Οur first attempt to approach the subject.
Event Horizon
In a distant country dunes might not yet
Lap the back wall of the Emir’s palace.
The green shoots laboriously planted
Might have set root, or a stand of trees
Gentled their horizon. Or else, pick-ups
Fleeing choked wells and the goat-starved hills
And babes in arms; their pain commensurate
With dust no charity will penetrate.
An upturned life raft or a salt-stained dress
Seeps through our horizon; a scrap of verse
In language not for us to understand
Proclaims mute ignorance. What evidence
Across those light-years prompted them to guess:
Were we the last survivors or the first?
Brady KieslingIt was the year 2000 when I first attempted to write about Coutalianos. This short article of mine was published in the newspaper “Akarnania”, whose editor and director was Dimitris Patrinos, an old friend unfortunately no longer alive. He trusted me with a column, despite my young age, my first contact with journalism.
I will never forget that day when I went to the offices of “Davlos” magazine, to submit the multi-page paper I prepared for Coutalianos. I was already a reader of this journal and the idea that my own research would take its place alongside the articles of researchers I admired and studied excited me. Finally, the publisher Dimitris Lambrou, not only approved the publication of my research, but encouraged me to continue the effort by writing articles. This is how my collaboration with this particular magazine was launched, which lasted for the next six whole years.
Instead of an epilogue we dedicate to our readers the following song entitled “o pehlivanis” (in turkish “the pehlivan”, meaning “the wrestler”)
