The doll

In 1962, my father was building a boarding school in Ioannina. I was staying with him at the inn on Kaningos Street. I was 8 years old. I was walking towards the pier. There were no cars. Then I saw and envied a doll in Averoff Street. My father did not buy it from me because it costed 25 drachmas, it was expensive. He suggested that I should get a cheaper one but I did not want to. One day I found 2 gold pounds outside the inn. My father told me they were fake. He did not take my doll again. He was poor. When I got married, he gave me one of the pounds. I still remember the doll I wanted to get. She was very pretty…

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