Athens, Greece, is "my city. I say that because on my first visit there in 1974, I was with a group that wanted to see certain things but we were left in the city without a map. For some reason, my internal compass took over and at every turn, I led us to specific locations, including the Acropolis (which is rather hard to miss in general, but when you're on a street without a vista of the Acropolis, you don't really know where to turn).
In 1975, I was assigned to the Armed Forces Radio Station at Athenai Air Base. It was meant to be a two-year tour. Sadly, it lasted only three months because the government asked the military (specifically, the U.S. Navy) to withdraw as a result of its dissatisfaction over NATO's non-involvement in the Cyprus affair. Still, in that three months, I wallowed in Athens. Never got lost. Always felt I belonged there....that I had BEEN there at some point in my past. I even had cognitive dreams about places and people that eventually happened.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
