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Eleni Beteinaki

Seven routes in modern Heraklion

"The old woman Haido, who lived in this shop for years, was holding a tray with a glass of cognac, a baklava and a lot of hot snacks. “Be warm, my daughter. Eat and drink to feel life awakening within you. It's a sweet drink, crisp and with aromas of lemon..." I reached out my hand to grab the glass and everything was a blur... I stepped on the brake of my bicycle. In the middle of the road I had found myself and almost stepped on a cat that quickly and unexpectedly jumped in front of me. The road was deserted again... Not a soul anywhere. I was looking for the ruins of the Kiosk; nothing was there! I raised the zipper of my jacket higher and quickly started pedaling down to Lakkos... A hot canelada was just what I needed for that time. It can't be, somewhere there would be... We'll equal next time and history..." "Seven routes, forty texts, in the alleys of Candia, Kandiye, Khandaka, the Great Castle, today's Heraklion between the centuries and History on a bicycle... For the people of my city – residents and visitors – I made these texts into a book. To learn, to search, to realize that our city has many beautiful corners and that every stone hides a precious treasure. She is drenched in much blood; she is proud as the lions that the Venetians once carved on all their monuments; she has smells that will not go away no matter how the winds blow or the years pass – as long as her children want to smell them. It has, and what it doesn't have! in its churches, its fountains, its Gates, in its bowels, at every point which they pass almost indifferently..."