It wasn't just a task. It was a crossing. From the rugged mountains of the eagle to the sun-bleached stones of the Parthenon. From "tungjatjeta" to "γεια σου." From the lahuta 's epic cry to the bouzouki 's lonely wail. "Translate shqip greqisht," he whispered to the empty room
And for the first time in a hundred years, the words did not argue. They simply sat together, two dialects of the same difficult love. Fin. "Translate shqip greqisht
