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I am an Athenian, and there is less love in the world.
Unless someone has got more of it now.
Tonight in my dream I hurried to the funeral
of my grandma, dead since nineteen ninety nine.

My sister and I never mastered
her famous cheesecake recipe: we lacked the talent.
Now sister has no time, and I am an Athenian,
who knows if they even know how to deal with dough.

Dough, like flesh, holds together in a tight lump.
Tear off a chunk – while it’s still alive
it will stick to another spot.
………………………………..(Someone has gotten more).
The two most fragile things are: world and heritage.

the original poem

translated by oksana maksymchuk