Written by Paul Plessas
[Journal HERMES site and antiquated ] If I wrote knowing that these lines are intended for publication in the Mercury of the island the title of this piece would probably "Impressions of a nonexistent wreck." It would, however, I fear, a wrong signal to many readers on this island, where among the limited number of key peculiarities of the existence of a large number of residents who are pinning their hopes on a shipwreck. Distal start of this year is a sailing trip Belgians medical doctors and artists before four years, or, if you prefer, a sailing trip pilgrims to the Holy Land before four hundred and fifty. I do not intend to speak for any of these two journeys. Details for both those who can read English to understand book Theo Dirix "In Search of Andreas Vesalius: The Quest for the Lost Grave" just published. They can also find details there another journey still continues and involving more and more. I just want to tell you what happened in the most recent station that beautiful trip, which is not contained in the book. station he was again Zakynthos, because all three of these trips, either started from Venice or from Lefkada either from Athens to Zakynthos converge. Some, therefore, for reasons of their own that are not present and will never be of particular importance in the habit of hoping for a wreck. Others just got over the ecstasy in which they threw the presence of the Minister of Tourism, viewed as a wreck about the non-fulfillment of the expectations themselves arbitrarily cultivated for ... many hundreds if not thousands of tourists ... (just so you can see most any organization, and it is too bad) and the whole series of medical conferences owe them ... and ... sprout like mushrooms enough to spit someone in soil.