I’m in Athens and philotimos is in abundance
plus war correspondents and radical gifts
Philotimos. The Greek love of giving to strangers. One day in and it’s coming at me. Lots of memories coming back, too. Last time I was in Greece I got pregnant. And lost a baby. But always-always I’ve felt held here. I’m eating chickpeas and horta at a restaurant called Rozalia, named after a revolutionary prostitute.
I’m now thinking about staying for…