Christina arrived in late October, when the Mediterranean light turns from gold to a bruised, melancholic blue. She found them in a stone mitato (a shepherd’s hut) with a roof of dried thyme and a floor of packed earth. They didn’t welcome her, but they didn’t refuse her either. Dimitris offered her sour wine from a gourd. Theodoros just stared at the sea.
“What do you want?”
Christina looked at Theodoros. “What did the song say?” I Dimosiografos Xristina Rousaki Kai Oi Dio Voskoi Sirina