Greeks. Those damn Greeks.
'Seems to say yes, they shake their heads from right to left, to say no, it's up and down. And then a semicolon in them is a question mark here. It is not easy to get used to the contrary, move from black to white twinkling of an eye, perpetual culture shock and surprise over the job, huh.
Total incomprehension. They go for disturbed, the Greeks. And then, with their weird alphabet, signs and winding all broken, they make anyone laugh. They are pathetic and have names that never writes the right way the first time. They have a tone in their voice warm and nonchalant, which prints a mocking smile on the lips of another. Fatally. It's not their fault, of course. But God knows why, we do not take them seriously.
Their skin always feels the chalk of their islands, it is a little cloud of nostoi , you know what I mean? They look to the east, there, towards the blue and white, white and blue. You can see it right there in the whites of their eyes. As in the cartoons. Scratches in the iris, and a cross in the top left. Pile hair on the conjunctiva, hop. Are bizarre, the folks ...
Good. I am perhaps a bloody Greek, then.
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