Notias Page #2

- 300 drachmas...

- 300 drachmas?

Maybe more.

- But...

- But?

But I'll make you a special price.

- This is the only one left.

- I don't mind.

March 25, 1968.

Dance can help you forget

your former loves,

but finds new ones for you.

Beautiful and juicy Smaragda...

She was living in our neighborhood.

I forgot about ancient times

and fell in love

with the myths of the Greek War

of Independence against the Turks.

When dancing dances of the time,

I was trying to draw her attention.

Wait here.

My main rival was Lucas,

son of a high - ranking officer

of the military regime.

When Lucas and the other boys were

peeping for their night wet dreams,

my secret devil between my legs

gave me hope that

I was her heart's choice.

Until, one day,

jealousy prevailed.

And I became a traitor.

- What is it?

- They peep on you.

Who?

The boys peep on you from the stairs

when you change your clothes.

You are a sweet little traitor!

I'll tell you something, but promise

you won't tell anyone.

We all know it, that's why

we don't change quickly.

Do you like peeping on us?

Then, come with me on Sunday.

We'll go somewhere you'll have

your fill of peeping on us.

A few days later, my most

secret fantasies became real.

Smaragda had arranged for me

to see the junta's fiesta

from inside the Horse.

So, I came back to the world

of the heroes...

that I had betrayed

a few days before.

September 1969.

Patriots, no sudden moves!

Spread out on the horse's rump!

Kid, go up so that you can see.

But don't move or we may keel over!

Get ready, guys! Let's go!

Are you ready?

We're getting out in a minute!

Open the trap door!

Come on, compatriots!

Attention to the hinges

and the pulleys!

The Greeks' virtue of war that

arms the warriors' soul...

There is Helen of Troy

near the walls!

When my beloved appeared

as Helen of Troy,

asking for help from the crowd,

Lucas was the first one

to run for her rescue.

We won! Way to go, Lucas!

Kiss the girl, don't be shy!

You kiss her every night at the park!

Kill the chick, now what

everyone's is looking at you!

That night, I felt

like a betrayed traitor.

The next day, bitter and angry,

I challenged the glorious Greek history.

Oh, what a moment Hades

chose for me to perish.

Spring grass everywhere and

branches with blossoms to cherish!

Good. Sit down.

Lazarides, tell us, what did

the women of Souli do...

during the War of Independence

against the Turks?

- They danced.

- Yes, and what else?

Imagination is the biggest

achievement of desire.

What do I care

if History wants to kill

in order to have fans

in the generations to come?

I just wanted to save the girls.

Is that so bad?

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