northern Greece, next to an old man, drinking wine and
talking about life in general.
I was just 21 and he was almost 80. I was about to finish my
studies , full of confidence that i knew if not everything ,
at least almost everything , so sure that my life would be
full of success , adventures , great love stories ,
many travels , wonderful people called friends or partners .
It wasn't exactly a kind of success story what i had in mind ,
it was more something like...life owes me (which perhaps is worst). Why owe me? This i didn't know.
The old man on the other hand kept on listening , smiling , nodding , and being silent.
He was calm , kind , tender and in a way mysterious.
As i kept on telling him all my plans for the future,
he looked at me and said : 'whatever you do , wherever
you go , whoever you meet , whatever they tell you ,
be sure to find the girl' .
I looked at him , was he making a joke out of me ,
was he talking for another person?
Many years after , i woke up one morning and realized i spent all this time like most of us , trying to do my best about
everything , with no complaining because after all life does
not owe to anyone and we fight for almost everything ,
but what about the girl?
He knew because he had already made the journey . He knew
that the meaning of everything and the truth is lying
inside , it is written to our genes and it is always there
shining pure and simple. In fact the girl was always there ,
she was still alive , strong , looking at me and i could not
say a single lie to her cause she knew the answer is
always written with bright letters , the voice is always
clear and all the boys and the girls of this world