by miltiades » Tue Apr 03, 2018 3:31 pm
Older brother was quite keen on seeing the house he was born in, way back in 1939, in the now ghost village of old Theletra, well not quite a ghost village but a ...sparesely polulated one. ....
We drove to the old village and my brother had allready told me about an English lady that renovated a house next to his old house and that he had met quite a few times as , like my self, is rather sentimental, albeit he only lived in the house a few months since my parents moved to Stroumbi in the spring of 1940.
I parked the car right outside the house and left the key in the ignition, the road was just wide enough for one car, but as there was no sign of any ....traffic warden it did not matter.
Linda, a lady in her late 60s early 70s opened the door accompanied by a large dog, a Mastif labrator mix, she immediately recognized my brother who introduced me to her, the dog is friendly she told us, i knew it was continually wagging his tail.
She was pleased to see us and showed us to her veranda offering us beverages.
The dog was such a friendly dog, it knew we loved dogs and was displaying his pleasure at our presence.
We talked at length, I just had to ask Linda what on earth made her decide to settle at this very remote village, she pointed to ravine below and the surrounding mountains. So peaceful she said, at night I just look at the stars and the moon , not a whisper to be heard she added.
I asked her about the dog, does he socialize with other dogs I asked, yes she said there is an english couple further up and they too have a dog, besides he also has the . Cat pointing to a pussy cat lounging in the sun. Do they get on I asked, like a house on fire she responded.
Having exchanged pleasantries we thanked and came outside to where we left the car.
Well we left it there right outside but....