Flyin'..... or Dedalos and Ikaros



Dedalos and Ikaros
Museo Correr, Venice, Italy 

 

 

Written on 12th of May, 2014

 Last week -end my sister in law, Agathe, called me from Houston, Texas to ask, if it is true that I am flying in my dreams. It really is.... I do fly. For over four months now, nearly every night, I have a flying dream, and the heavier I become with my child, the lighter I am in my dreams. My usual flying path is always Greek, I am flying over Anavissos (Ανάβυσσος), the village where we spend our summers; sometimes, I even go over Sunio (Σούνιο) and Athens (Αθήνα). Lately, I made a few rounds over Patra (Πάτρα). I have even seen Agios Andreas - Άγιος Ανδρέας - St. Andrews basilica, where my brother Kosta got married to Agathe, one hot afternoon, in July 2012. I fainted in that church during the wedding ceremony, because of the heat. But, in my dreams the weather is always pleasant, and the warm winds move me to the places I like.
Agathe asked me how many domes has St. Andrews basilica, and a few other questions, and then she said:
- Malista - μάλιστα - right.... I talk to you later....
 

When my brother Giorgos learnt about my flying dreams, he immediately remembered the summer week- end in 2010, we spent together in Venice. Like a good Spartan, my brother went to Greece to do his military service, and in the end of it, there was a huge reward - a brand new Greek passport. From then on, he was not only a Spartan, but also ...legally....a Greek citizen. After his army service ended, he came to Italy to visit me. We decided to go to Venice, because, once, the Venetian Republic was a part of a Greek history. And in Venice, just out of the Piazza di San Marco, in Museo Correr, my brother, an engineer, experienced his artistic epiphany; he has seen Dedalos and Ikaros, a marble sculpture by Canova: an old man walks with a teenage boy.... you can nearly hear them talking in Ancient Greek.... about.... flying.
My brother was completely taken by Canova's sculpture.
That summer, in Greece, he has tried paragliding for the first time.. and soon, it became a favourite pass-time for all of us...

Last week-end on Sunday night, when I asked my husband why he loves me, he told me:
- Γιατί πουθενά δεν θα βρώ μία τέτοια κοπέλα, που πετάει στον ύπνο της, στην Ελλάδα....(Because, I will never find a girl who flies in her dreams... in Greece...)
and he added:
- 'Ομος να προσέχεις τους Κύκλοπας ( But watch out for the Cyclopes)
 

I did not fly that night, I was lying near by the man I love, thinking... what could he dream about..He is the only man in the Universe who never snores and understands everything..