Athens
Finding someone with whom you’d like to spend the rest of your life is never easy. All sorts of different strategies have been used, throughout the ages. In some countries, young people marry a person chosen for them by their parents, and sometimes these arranged marriages work very well. Then again, sometimes they don’t.
SelectIt becomes more difficult when there are questions of money, or of distance. Perhaps the man’s family is rich, and the girl’s family is poor. Perhaps it may be the other way round.
And then you have to think of the families. Perhaps they live in different parts of the world. From Greece to South Africa, for example, is a long, long way, and the flight can take hours, and be very tiring. The man in the window seat put away his papers.
SelectHe left the plane at Athens, and I was not sorry to see him go. Johannesburg was another twelve hours away. I would have to think of some way to pass the time, or i’d go crazy.
I had not travelled through Athens before, so I ran down the steps from the plane to put my foot for the first time on Greek soil. I felt a chill run down my spine. I thought back two and a half thousand years.
SelectDid those great writers, Euripides and Aristophanes, once walk where I walked now? Did they see these same white and gold hills, breathe this same air? It seems incredible to me now.
It was late afternoon, and a soft summer light lay on those distant white hills. The smell of hot engine oil was everywhere. I told myself I could smell the sweet clean air of ancient Greece. I was not looking at the faceless passengers hurrying into a crowded airport. My mind was in a different time. I could only see girls with flowers in their hair.
SelectThey were moving with a slow hypnotic rhythm and you couldn’t take your eyes off them.
I had to board my plane again. At the entrance to the airport building, a few bright flowers grew in dry, dusty soil. A young man with bad teeth stopped to offer me picture postcards of Athens. Then a bewildered little group of men and women came into the airport building. The men were all dressed in their poor best clothes.
SelectThe women, busy chatting to each other, each carried something, and they all had faces that had seen too much sun, and now showed the passing of the years.
A young girl at their centre, wearing a yellow suit which looked uncomfortably new, stared around her at the strangeness of everything. She looked straight at me with the same bewilderment, smiled and turned away. Her face had a beauty that was centuries old.
SelectThere was a circle of white star-like flowers in her long black hair. She must have come down from the heavens, because the contrast between her and her group was stunning. How could such beauty grow in such poor surroundings? I smiled