In a few hours we are meeting a famous author in the Greek Libary, the multi-prized mr Menis Koumandareas. As we did our "homework" for his visit, we came across a story within a story, about a Romanian youth. Constantinos translated the excerpt in eglish with the help of his friend Panos: “How do you like the kid?” I asked Manolis.
“There is something about him” he confessed, “something that one can’t find in kids of his age, especially Greek kids. Somehow, great capital as Bucharest once was in the turn of the century, it might have had some effect on him, his character, his manners, and hopefully his soul…”
In his turn, he seemed charmed by the youth. “One thing made an impression on me” he told me a bit later . “I don’t know if you noticed it too; His eyes turn to green now and then, like a swamp, like the depths of a lagoon, where the remnants lie in stillness.” From the book Η μυρουδιά τους με κάνει και κλαίω (Their scent brings tears to my eyes)
“There is something about him” he confessed, “something that one can’t find in kids of his age, especially Greek kids. Somehow, great capital as Bucharest once was in the turn of the century, it might have had some effect on him, his character, his manners, and hopefully his soul…”
In his turn, he seemed charmed by the youth. “One thing made an impression on me” he told me a bit later . “I don’t know if you noticed it too; His eyes turn to green now and then, like a swamp, like the depths of a lagoon, where the remnants lie in stillness.” From the book Η μυρουδιά τους με κάνει και κλαίω (Their scent brings tears to my eyes)
