We are not a narrow tribe of men ... No: our blood is as the flood of the Amazon, made up of a thousand noble currents all pouring into one. We are not a nation so much as a world.
—Herman Melville
It is hard. It is hard to turn the key and lock the door, hard to leave, probably forever, the little white stucco house in the Peloponnesian town of Argos. The little house was Niki Raffias' dowry when she married Theodosios twelve years ago, and the tears start to her eyes as she speaks of "the wonderful...
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