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This is the second in the series, Walking With Dino. The first one is here. I never knew Dino before I came here. When I knew him back in Boston, when he was first my friend, his name was Constantine – the name of a nice Greek American boy, which he was. Here in Greece,…
Dino’s Greek. He’s not Greek because his mother is Greek though she most certainly is and Dino’s ears still ring from when she screamed and cursed at Dino and his two brothers growing up, with love mind you, but still, the screaming – he can still hear it. And even though Dino’s passport says he’s…
