A Dutchman and an Irishman once… told me

I would like to share with you two stories/conversations that took place during the last month.

First Story: It was a few days before Fat Thursday (ελληνικά: Τσικνοπέμπτη) and I was walking alone, when I ran into this familiar Dutch guy.

– Are you in for barbecue and some beers? He asked me

– That sounds great! I replied

– OΚ, let’s meet on Thursday, I ‘ll get the beers.

Second Story: It was a rainy afternoon in the first week of March in Athens (I always wanted to start a narration with such a cliche) when I encountered an old Irish friend.

– What are you doing on St. Patrick’s day? He asked me with his distinct Irish accent

– I don’t know, I’m staying home I guess. No matter how much I miss Ireland, Irish pubs are quite congested on the 17th of March. I got back to him

– I’ll make sure I will pass by. For ould times sake… he said

– I’ll be waiting for you. I told him and with my mind in Galway, I walked away


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A Dutchman and an Irishman once… told me