ATHENS, 2017. “I want to show you something,” our cab driver John said at one point between the airport and our hotel. “You’re not in a hurry, no?”
Every night I hope to see him in my dreams. It does happen sometimes. Rarely. And in those elusive dreams, he was always so distant. He wouldn’t speak or even come near me.
Funny how simple things can turn your fate. For example, whether I would become a geologist or a filmmaker depended on an afternoon walk when I was 16.