Open by appointment only

When I heard the door bell chime and someone closing the
door, I realized I must have fallen asleep. I was sitting in
the back room of my second hand book shop, the open
Cavafy book in my lap.

I walked out in the shop and greeted my first customer this
beautiful September afternoon. My shop is in a small alley
just behind the church, it’s not easy to find and as I’m open
only two days a week and two hours in the afternoon –
customers are rare.

I started the bookstore on this small Greek island when I
retired, I spend some time in it as I have my studio in the
back room – a room that is flooding in the light from the
Greek sun through the roof windows. Up the wooden stairs is
a small terrace where I keep an easel and my acrylic paints.

When the customer left I sat down again with my Cavafy,
and I felt how tired I was after the long lunch with my wife at
Lulu’s tavern.

When I woke up again I was back in Stockholm: it was dark
outside and when I looked out the window I saw there was
snow on the streets.

The computer was on and I understood that I’d better
finish the tax declaration that I’d begun before I
started daydreaming.

My new book

 

Click here to reach the webpage of the publisher Lummox Press.

Only the cup of coffee is missing

 

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