Her new book "Time Again" is released on October 29 (ed. Pataki). The A.V. gives you a taste.
I would like lemon in alum
On summer holidays of 1972, the village, broke my watch under strange circumstances; another night I lost my shoes and I went barefoot at home; kissed a boy who did not antifilise; strampoulixa my ankle trying to dance Jethro Tull ( the "Aqualung" and not danced to try one), then stepped on a rusty tins and walked into the sea; I spent a whole month stands at well-knit gauze. The cousin Nelly my love while three people - the rural doctor who saw my leg, the child of the cafe in the square that was treating our vanilla-submarines, and some Alice on holiday in the nearby Club Mediterranée; disappointed all three. (In September, returning to Athens, wrote the problem of the advice column of "Fantazio"; month search to find the answers, but the lady martens not reply.)
It was last summer in Marathia Doris: mid-August after my father arrived, frantic, with a pedestrian to receive (the pedestrian was a French car in parentheses Eastern European construction): rumors were circulating that I fix with a boy in; house on the edge of the village, there were the telegraph office.
Before dad give abrupt end to summer vacation and before I managed two symmetrical slapping the backyard of his aunt-in which blamed responsibility for releasing my life, I tried, along with my cousin, Nelly, whiskey on rocks' Nelly, in the excitement of drunkenness, called a classmate of the twins and asked the village (arrived a week later when Nelly was xenerosei and regret) and my cousin Sotiris, a similar frenzy of generosity, offered hospitality to the small anglaki which had to be handled correspondence in English; the men, who lived in Port alargino northern England responded immediately; that our aunts-Cleo, the Luminous, the immortality, the between-raised their hands in the air; said: raises his hands up, but actually anaskoumpothikan and began to cook in large pots in pans and pans; kolokythokorfades, fried zucchini, stuffed zucchini. The village was repleteness pumpkins, and fish if it had gone well fishing (by line and limpets for bait) and the lights. The house remained eight children and many others came and went; various threats can be seen: my cousin was arrested Takis to smoke myself to drink a second time on rocks and whiskey n 'tag along child of the Telegraph-fishing, the boats and party at the pier-and another boy who was suffering from a mental disorder against vertigo: ypsofilia. He would climb up the peaks; when he was small, his mother was looking between the birds: over the telegraph, the tiles in dentrospita the poplars, the rainwater tanks that were on rooftops and terraces; go up stairs where there was a tree, chimney and anemodeichtis. It never fell: he went with skill; just as rose. I follow without the suffering from the same disorder; gkremotsakisto be in danger. On Sundays, my uncles are praying for me; I do not ever approached the church; antiklirikalismos was the only audience I had with Dad.
The twins had marked the summer of '72: we observed a different lifestyle from ours. Dressed alike: cotton, dresses modestly and with furbelow straw hats (all day we distal to the swimsuit and without hats); careful not to burn in the sun (daub with Nivea: we already from the beginning of July, we become like the gyftakia) and sleep at night. While we, as we say, hypocritical, "Kalinychtoula!" Descended to the beach and pier jumping out the window and sliding from the gully. Our lives, in the summer, looked like the Grimm's fairy tale where, although each night the twelve princesses go to sleep in their beds in the morning their shoes are melted by the dance. The twins say "Kalinychtoula!" And meant; and besides, we were impressed that, for lunch, read French novels for young girls - "Les malheurs de Sophie" - for older girls to the "narrow gate" of Andre Gide-a story where a priest falls in love with the adopted daughter of blind-and "reflections" of Lamartine. It was very, very, kathosprepei: dreaming of the wedding and had strange habits; for example, cut the rind from the watermelon to eat; aunts came to our church; help in housework (billed as "licked 'their room to shine by cleaning), the evening before sleep, praying; and pray before folding their clothes on the chair; every afternoon, drinking goat's milk without protest, wrote, edited, their calendar. I was wondering what they wrote: since they are not nothing ever happened
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