Do you remember one morning when you woke up and instead of going about your morning routine, you looked in the mirror and thought "what's going on"? Or that time you were coming home from work and instead of following the familiar monotonous bus route you chose to walk instead? No. Where to remember. Man, you took time for your "outside" and left your "inside" to the ineffables of time. And time passed. The day passed and the night came... While I was thinking about all this and the writings, Vardaris, Salonika wind blew me. With all the strength he had, he sent me to Corfu, where sweet Zephyros soothed me.
How long can a person withstand being blown by winds from here and there, however? Somewhere there, then, I met Aeolus. I tamed my thoughts by holding his bag tightly. I saw the "universe", tasted the "fear", heard the "silence". The "bora" that followed washed away my words and turned them into a book.
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