Please Mr Postman, is there a letter for me?
In the village platia, the postman arrives in his white van. He takes a large parcel and a briefcase full of mail to the kafenion. A dog I would like to adopt but Mr Grigg forbids it (collective boo and hiss, please) pads up to us, as we sit outside the kafenion, and poses for a photo. But he blows his chances of a foster home by scratching for fleas on his hindquarters. Bug-eyed cat stares as we drink our coffee. The old man at the next table is devoid of teeth but his walking stick looks capable of giving a nasty bite. He lashes out at the dog, which takes a shine to anyone who slides a glance his way. The animal is too young to distinguish between friend and foe and gives everyone a chance. The old man's stick fails to make contact, as he knew it wouldn't, and the dog jogs on. We have a ringside seat as the postman ambles out of the kafenion towards the mailboxes in the wall of the building opposite. He posts the envelopes in the various slots and ...