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POSTCARD FROM LINDOS S' li wiii Ab MOLNAU “T SAY, where could I nessing this demonstration, circle in stiff-backed black am supposed to flow be--1 find a bed to sleep in realised that his worst chairs in the whitewashed, tween them. tn this place?” I asked the fears had come true; that tile-floored parlour, drank In _ rAmr ,te littlo mom bearded Saxon head, which all these foreigners had orange brandy from tiny on a na ;i h.ina torn na<>es appeared above me from a infiltrated the place to take glasses, and chattered away ol r „ Th™ rooftop. Fd asked the same it over (nobody in his in eight languages. It was are "The Times.” The question of a pretty girl in right mind would choose all very harmonious. No- Didn't Ha-o the street before, but I am to live in Lindos) and now body understood anybody. p 8 ' sure she misunderstood me the time had come. He . Lindos on a nrevi- . l _ Fro Z n w ‘ ndo 7 1 ®: an completely. grabbed the telephone re- ol i aM rXroJdI It ? e horizon invading ”1 think Jim may help. isV^rf^VSlwm gSU ta bTo£n Fm coming down.” From a ai^->, pUt T t lt h _j Has no hotels, no anything. bees maltf - terrible din Jim to David, from David a K a h * d h n ° Small white houses climb Likl Sd^amol£e only to Hubert, from Hubert to do ' vn a 'Steep hillside to a mechanical noise around MarceUe. In no time the £™ me " ts - L°J£ < ’ uite untrue circular bay teTe whole foreign population 1. rh! where Saint Paul landed ’ (numbering nine) was I r SS th a once. to P of the hill Swimming in the bay. rounded up. Down the d the Acropolis, the Fortress. The yater Perfectly transnarrow cobblestoned streets or oered three oyzos. All ar(Mln( j gea. Very lucent. Six fathoms deep a grim, determined proees- In the meantime the blue. a strange monster follows sion headed by me went in grocer’s brother came good. I have my bed. It is like me - , y shadow. lam an quest of a bed. It was a formal occasion: a riverbed of stones. My aeroplane. The local policeman, wit- we all sat together in a pillows are like rocks. I —GEORGE MOLNAR