I shall never forget one spicey, heavy evening at Alambra, when young Polykarpos sang his song of love and suffering, so the stars trembled in the heavens, nor one afternoon with Andreas, the paralyzed café landlord at Ormidhia. He lay silent in bed, contending with his rheumatic pains while the farmers were making a noise all round him. Suddenly he raised his huge head and shouted to the boys in the room to be quiet. Then, with blazing eyes, he sang a dithyramb about the heroic deeds of Charles XII to show what sort of men the Swedes are.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Fragment: What sort of men the Swedes are
From: Gjerstad, Einar. Ages and Days in Cyprus. Studies in Mediterranean Archaeology., Pocket-Book 12. Göteborg: P. Åstrom, 1980.