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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.