I’m at the top of the hill, the city of Athens it spreading its bricks below.
Millions of concrete stones, houses, resting on top of each other.
-A labyrinth of small streets, finding a thousand ways out.

The sun is finally spreading its sunbeams across my face, my arms, my heart.
I cannot stop smiling. Although I’m alone here I’m happy.
-The sun does its wonders!

The Greek flag is moving in the sky like the waves on the sea.

The old woman in Black is mopping the marble floor that leads into the little church.

The salesman with his stone jewellery, miniature churches, replicas of Acropolis.
His face weather beaten, his black cap with pins.
He throws a glance at the people, perhaps hoping someone would by something,
Today.

The old with the mop, shouts at a young boy playing on the steps, he nods his head and disappears down to the Café. She takes her bucket and retreats into the church shaking her head.

I see kittens, 3, 4, 5 maybe six or more. Red haired kittens hiding behind a stonewall.
-Carefully, watching the pigeons picking seed from the ground.
In return the guard dog is watching the kittens, waiting for a moment to attack.
But the kittens don’t seem to care.

I get my coffee and my toast a little pile of crisps and the check.
More and more people are gathering in the Café, hurrying to get the best table with the best view.

I’m at the top of Lycabittus Hill,
With a view to kill for..



© Erika Olofsson