Ring dem bells

The Kondokoli bells are tolling for a death in the village.

More and more it is someone young, victim to their bright new cancerous way of life:

Crop sprays

Harley Davidsons

Chlorine and chemicals in the wash

Genetically modified nosh.

In the old days when Soula worked for my family, she would rush to the phone at the first chime to ask For Whom.

Now we wait for me to go down to the tobacco kiosk.

Even then it depends on a suitably solemn expression and how doleful my Greek.