Zacharias Papantoniou

“ However, this evening Phanis doesn't see them.
He's in such a state that he remembers a thousand and one things. They come to mind all at the same time: the games he played, the courses he had last year, a fruit he cut and ate when he was little; a nest he'd found... Everything coming and going in his head, like ants in a nest. His head is buzzing.
His eyelids are burning and swollen. He really wants to sleep.
At last sleep came. This time it was deeper. Phanis will have slept for at least five or six hours. He felt in his sleep that he was cold, but he couldn't get up. ”

“ He stretched out his hand to hold her but found nothing.
He's cold and wants to move. But hardly has he raised himself up than he thrusts himself down again: he saw other shadows coming, from over there. ”

“ Then, Phanis on one bank, his companions on the other, all started to go down in a mad rush towards the river, to meet up. They jumped along making earth and stones fall. Cries of joy resounded in the deep valley: “Here, here! ”