I cried almost every night. I hadn't seen my mama in two years, she has never been back to her home and family in Hellas since she left over 30 years ago.
I walked around her little island and imagined her playing hide and seek as a skinny girl with short short hair and big shiny brown eyes. I saw how hard life still was for so many people there.
I quietly observed in a shoe-box sized church on the highest point of the island and breathed in the incense and the Byzantine chanting. I stood in the same places I remember seeing in the few childhood photos my mother has. I do not know if I can go back there again, I don't know if she should go back there again.
There are a lot of ghosts in that very beautiful place.
the view from the house mama was born in
kind friends of my grandmother's, who have lived on the island their whole life
the hypnotising Lake Pamvotis
mama grew up on this little island in the middle of a very big lake