by Theodore Pitsios
From the book jacket: ".....The sun was sinking behind the village of Xourihti: the last rays brightened the golden leaves of the chestnut tree-tops and brushed orange patches on the light blue sea. A sailboat was passing in the distance cutting a path through an orange patch. A soft old song was coming from a distant radio. A group of children were playing war on top of the ruins of the Venetian castle. The bell of Agios Tasiarhis started to toll, announcing it was time for vespers: its heavy sound rolled down the mountainside and spread out to sea. Everything seemed so peaceful, so normal, as if nothing was about to change....."
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