GREECE INSIDE ME
KIMON FRANGAKIS
A pretty girl but not too girly. Born in the centre of the ancient city of Athens. Raised with fish from Messolonghi, meat from Naxos and Parisian croissants. In this smartphone shot from the summer, a pitch black kerchief shades her clever head. I like the look of an old lady’s headscarf on a serious looking little miss sunshine. This piece of black cloth is both Doric and oriental, or quintessentially Greek.
Lying on her tummy she reads mythology, finding answers to all of life’s big questions, humming pop tunes as she turns the pages.
The scene unfolds on a pristine beach of Kalymnos – or perhaps Nisyros – maybe not quite pristine. She is my daughter Margot, whom I love dearly. Forever in my heart and mind not as a baby who needs baby talk, but as a young woman, proud and unique. Just like the Greece I cherish.
What will the future hold for girl and country and everybody else? Who can tell. I believe my daughter will flourish abroad, following a centuries old Greek tradition. As for our homeland, I am quite certain: things can only get better, after things get worse.
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