Greece - F.T. Burke

Opposing soldiers glare at each other across a bridge that separates Turkey from Greece. The red and white stripes of the Turkish side meet the blue and white stripes of the Greeks at the midway point of the bridge. (Wanderer, page 442)

It’s “Monday, Monday” on September 20, 1971, and I’m waking to a new day at a youth hostel in Thessalonika, Greece. Many young beautiful females populate this place. But I’ve got to keep moving. (Wanderer, page 443)

I walk the streets. The West is really here. This is a fantastic city with a distinct Mediterranean flavor. This is actually the Aegean Sea, but it’s really just an arm of the Mediterranean. I love this place. (Wanderer, page 444)