Corfu. The day didn't go well - and thank God for that.

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Corfu. The day didn't go well - and thank God for that.

In the morning I spilled my coffee. Then I discovered that the bread was yesterday's. Then I found that the pharmacy was closed. And I thought: "Well, that's it, the day has gone wrong." But it did. Just where it needed to go, and not where I planned.

I went out to the sea – simply because nothing else worked. I sat down by the water. The wind was a little angry, not the “gentle Greek one”. But it was also honest. And it seemed to know – the day would be different.

Then a woman sat down next to me. A stranger. She just sat down next to me. We sat in silence for about twenty minutes. Then she suddenly said: - Sometimes, when nothing works out, the main thing works out.

I smiled. And I thought that Greece is a place where such phrases are spoken between silences. And that does not make them lose their meaning.

The day passed. I didn't do a single thing. But I will remember it as the day I finally exhaled.

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