“Initially, homeland is the village, the town, friends … Later, a road remains, a square. When parents and friends die, what remains are childhood memories and the language. I am proud to have held onto Greek after 53 years; to speak without searching for words. This is the homeland. The language. As long as the mother lived, I said, ‘Greece is the mother.’ Now that she is no more, Greek is the homeland …” With these words of Theodor Kallifatides, words of the soul for our adored homeland – which, as Elytis reminds us, “… Tries for a stone gives...