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This is not my town
You’ll have noticed I’ve been offline for a little while. I was cooped up in my ancestral village, and am now in Sitia town, where I stayed as a kid: 1981 through 1983.
Needless to say—but it’s still a shock when you realise it (again): this is not my town. This is not my culture, and this is not home.
There’ll be more analysis when I get a breather; but this is also not my weather, and not much of an internet connection either. More detail when I’m back on more familiar terrain.
Why not? Cause you got no gueuze down there?