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RE: Short Story - Where Do People Go When They Die
"I knew there must have been a reason I came to Greece to die " Hey, let's not speak like that.
We have lost a lot from our language unfortunately, but this is another loooong topic.
I'll leave this one here, I've been listening to it for about half an hour on repeat, it's one of my favorites and fits perfectly for the "small" hours (as we call the hours after midnight) and endless dreaming with our eyes open...
I plan to grow old first! LOL
That's the spirit! :D
Dieing like a man!
Strong moment! He reminded me of my grandmother's final moments (at least the moments she was conscious). They bear the same ascetic expression. She was a really pious woman.