End of August. A ten year old girl is getting ready to enjoy a sweet sleep under the stars in the lovely village home of her grandparents. The sheep are quiet, yiayia is busy making halloumi in her little workplace. The dogs are sleeping next to pappou waiting for the morning star . . .
“Sleep my princess! The stars will decorate your nightdress and the Angels will sing for you till morning.”
I am sleeping, yiayia, I promise you that I will never “wake up!”