Mosaic of Central Macedonia

A “fasten seat belt” light came on above the seats, and a few minutes later the liner emerged from the impenetrable shroud. A land appeared, above which clouds hung in shreds of white cotton. Scattered upward, they looked more like smoke from campfires — as if in each flap of an unevenly cut blanket the open fires were simultaneously extinguished. The chassis, touching the ground, as if in syllables, squealed with brakes: “Sa-lo-ni-ki.” The reverse buzzed and the plane rolled smoothly along the strip towards the airport … Continue reading →