I’m in Athens and philotimos is in abundance

plus war correspondents and radical gifts

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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…

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