Today, in after-election Greece I went to a funeral. An old lady called Maria died at the age of 85. I didn’t know her, she was a friend of a friend. Dressed in black I went to Elefsina cemetery where the ritual took place… and I cried…

Mrs Maria had a black cat that my friend gave to her when her other cat died…

…the second cat had died years ago… I cried about the cats too… Then I went home and continued my reading. These days I’m reading Lolita

…by Vladimir Nabokov

…who is dead too. I cried about Nabokov as well… one day after elections in Greece…