Teacher
It was a foggy day when, like students, we entered
the school; found the teacher writing on the board
something narrating a familiar fable which we found
tasteless. The teacher welcomed us, especially the initiate,
who always inspired admiration with His graceful persona,
His stature and it was as if He led us to a garden full
of bloomed flowers, playful butterflies hanging from
threads of air, colorful spring, and the teacher repeated
to his students, ‘attention children attention, it isn’t
often that we have such a special visitor’, Übermensch
laughed and obviously pleased He said: ‘these students
are tomorrow’s Übermenschen.’
Manolis Aligizakis 