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On the homefront

Really enjoying my Neos Kosmos perch. It's dead-quiet at night, though somebody's car alarm went off at 5:30 this morning. I was up for the Arizona Wildcats game anyway. Panos came over later in the morning to change the sheets and towels. Wholly unnecessary, but it seems to be his weekly routine, so I didn't try to talk him out of it. Rain was coming down pretty hard when he arrived. While he made my bed (awkward dynamic), we talked about various restaurants and sights of interest. 

He said his university training was in electrical engineering, but he lost interest and went into music instead. Atomic Love is on hiatus but hopes to record a second album after securing a management deal, which would make studio time a lot more affordable. I asked him if there was anything I should investigate in Athens that perhaps even a Greek person wouldn't know about. "I have no recommendations for that." Not much of a backslapper, Panos, but he sure is conscientious and considerate.

I mentioned that I visited the Acropolis yesterday and he replied that he hadn't been up there since he was a schoolchild. It's an odd phenomenon, widely shared. "I haven't been to the Grand Canyon since I was 7," I assured him, and while I have visited Florence, Italy, have never stepped foot in Florence, Arizona, an hour's drive from me. 

A few days ago, I thought I saw Panos outside the Syngrou Fix metro station. This person was wearing a mask, so I'm not certain. But I ducked away without saying anything because I was wearing his hat.







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