Bab 33: LAMIA AND THE WINGED SERPENT

That view of Lake Pamvotida, with the mountains of the island of Janina in the background, the well-wooded road and the 18th-century lampposts, brought so much peace to Lamia's heart that she pulled the air slowly and let out at the same pace, with closed eyes and then opened them absorbing all the beauty, the sun and the heat. The man she married, a Spanish naturalized Greek named Pablo, was no longer the same man she met eight years ago. But in addition to the marital problems he was going through, they had dreams. Confused fragments. Pieces that completed like a series whose episode abruptly stopped in the middle and continued the next day. She was taking increasingly heavy medications. Tranquilizers and tranquilizers, to completely erase. But the side effects left her in a terrible condition the other day. As if he were going to die.