Souvenirs dedicated to the Hellenism of Asia Minor, which was submerged 40 years ago in the ultimate vortex of the Great Idea, left us in 1962, in the literary field, an undeniable monument: the new novel by Kosmas Politis, which was also published in serial form in the Tachydromos, illustrated by Minos Argyakis.
Welcome... What? Author? Meaning? Ah, you write books. Very pleased. I hold those who write books in high regard - I am serious. Sit down, then. There, on that ledge, there is no extra chair... Is it nice here? Like the countryside? You mean the open field that runs through the dryness and heads downwards? Listen, my boy, for us to get along, it’s better to stop the teasing: both my respect for books and your praises for my wretched self. So? Ah, you are writing a book about that lost city and you are asking me to interpret it for you. Listen. It has been about forty years since then, exactly forty years. Not that the past is measured by the years that separate us from those times, nor is the distance from our places measured by miles. For one person, both are so far away, as if they never existed. For another, they are always alive in front of him, as if it is this very moment. It depends on our feelings. For me? Hmm, how can I define it for you? Let's say, that my soul has been cleansed of hatred. What? Hatred for those who drove us out from down there? Not just for them. Even for those who had come.