My guide Ortwin strides on ahead, while I pant up the hill. Goat and sheep bells clank and tinkle like wind chimes. Then Ortwin suddenly stops. 'See this?' he asks, picking tiny a lilac flower. 'You can eat it. It's very bitter, but it's the best cure for stomach ailments.' I am on Skiathos, a small island in the ...
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