Zacharias Papantoniou

“ He saw the overhanging rocky slopes, the pine tree plantations and the upright fir tree, and then he felt a strong urge to go somewhere else; to see new places far away up high.
For some days he has been thinking about going up to a very high spot to gaze at the sun plunging into the sea.
“What can we see from that rock standing up there? Maybe the sea, he said to himself... maybe towns, villages with their bell towers... What a strange rock! How it stands erect! Has anyone already climbed up there?” ”

“ He leaves without wasting any time.
He follows some paths, loses them, finds others. He jumps down the hills. He sometimes risks falling into the precipice, but joy makes him go on, light as a young goat. ”

“ The path he was following had disappeared, he couldn't make it out. He would have needed a herd of goats to pass through there.
He tried to find the way to the right and left but he found only undergrowth, no path.
Should he still go on? He had walked very far. He looked attentively to find a path somewhere else. And as he didn't find one, he carried on, determined, going down the hillside in order to reach the bottom of this one.
“The hill slope is bound to bring me to the foot of the rock”, he thought. ”