The dawn of my first night in my hometown was only a couple of hours away. I was standing on the balcony, facing the mountain on the North-Eastern border of the village, and gazing at the unperturbed sky. As I searched for words for a spell to stop the drunken and high motorbikes racing all around, one word echoed in my mind.
"Meteorites."
It came to the foreground, took the full scene, obstructed my thoughts.
Here I was, trying and push it aside, climb over it, move past it in my effort to resume phrasing the curse, when another word stood next to it. A Greek word, very similar in sound to the previous one: methorios and then I knew what was it all about.
Methorios : “that stands on the border between two areas.” Without belonging to either one.
No comments:
Post a Comment