One Athenian evening in 2016, my family and I found ourselves in a taxi driven by young Kostas.
Earlier, I had seen a chocolate bar wrapper disposed of near the Parthenon. The litter of the profane in sacred Acropolis desecrated the physical survival of classical time.
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