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14<br />
Return to Asi Gonia<br />
I went up to Asi Gonia for the last time as summer was Septembering<br />
to a close; the days still hot, but filled with the dusty tatters thrown up<br />
by four months of sun and crumbling earth; the nights longer and<br />
colder.<br />
Leaving Athens was a deliverance, from the endless sweating summer,<br />
the nervous pettiness of overheated people, and my own life,<br />
which was in a mess. Leaning over the ship’s rail in Piraeus 1 watched<br />
the sun wheel its way down through flaming rings of orange and red,<br />
and die in pale green. Scabby rinds of water melon floated in the oily<br />
water. The sailor kissed his girl goodbye, then passed through the<br />
ticket-barrier and talked to her through the enclosure rails. One of the<br />
sad, trivial conversations it must have been – ‘You will write ?’, ‘Don’t<br />
forget to feed the cat’, and so on. The great neon lights of the<br />
capitalists began to wink; METAXAS, the genuine brandy, PAPASTRATOS<br />
cigarettes, TYPALDOS. T<strong>here</strong> was a satisfaction in being alone, leaning<br />
on the rail and dropping dead matches into the narrow gap between<br />
ship and quay, watching the others saying goodbye and the Athenian<br />
night closing in. Because for me it was not a case of leaving a dear<br />
place; rather I was leaving an encampment which held me and my<br />
friends inexplicably, like a drug, and I was breaking the habit and<br />
going home. Yet stirred by memories of other departures I waited idly<br />
for someone to come down to the quayside and say goodbye, to appear<br />
suddenly, at the last minute, behind the crowds of friends and relatives,<br />
waving a silk square in the last of the light.<br />
The boat pulled out.<br />
Everyone, I think, has to some extent these ambivalent feelings<br />
about Athens. The colony of writers, artists and teachers which it has<br />
collected is divided between those who hate it and those who like it<br />
but feel they should be elsew<strong>here</strong>. T<strong>here</strong> are exceptions of course. But<br />
the trouble is that the Athens colony is not a satisfactory one for writers<br />
– for artists I would not know – because the ingredients of life are too<br />
few.<br />
I mean this. The English in Athens fall into several categories. T<strong>here</strong><br />
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