Osiris
Late in the night, in the higher neighbourhoods, wild and
bloodthirsty Albanians, seven of them, mercilessly
slaughtered, on his bed, the dog-headed lover of the
forgotten Hippolyta. The senseless murderers entered
without being seen by anyone, into the room of the
horrible killing. After they hymned with their flutes
two unknown hymns to me, two hymns for the hoopoes,
they carefully placed under a glass containing a diluted
fish glue mixed with a light dose of nitroglycerine, a
piece of paper. A common correspondence paper with
a written note: “Golden Column” After that, the killers
left the house unseen again. The dog-headed lover, let us
call him thus since his name Isidor was unknown to us,
left the tragic room much later. He was wearing a grey
overcoat and glasses.
Manolis Aligizakis 