Sometimes I feel the need to reminiscence. In July 1973 I attended the Aegina Arts Center, on the island of Aegina for one month. Having no knowledge of Greek politics, I didn’t realize the country was being run by the Junta or Military Dictatorship. We quickly learned from our student advisor about the political situation. We were a group of mostly Americans at an Arts Center and we didn’t really have a clue about Greek politics. My rented room faced a pistachio orchard and to the right was a prison, where dozens of political prisoners were sent by the Junta. There were open windows, with bars, and the men would take small mirrors and put their arms out the bars and reflect the sun towards us on our balcony. It was haunting. Our news came from “The Athens News” a daily paper, which you could buy at only one Kiosk. You had to say to the Kiosk owner, “Athens News”, and he would carefully slide it through the little window, folded so no one would see the name. It seemed very undercover at the time. Half way through the program, the word came down to us at the Arts Center that the Police were not happy with our wardrobes. Short skirts were frowned upon. I bought the pink dress on Hydra. Tourist shops were selling short dresses, you just weren’t suppose to wear them, in Greece at any rate. I think our naive ways served us well in some strange way. Today we have all the news on our phones, everywhere and all the time. If we were up on our international political news in 1973, half the students probably would not have gone to Greece. A year later, on 24 July 1974, the dictatorship ended. In 1979, Oriana Fallaci published the book, “A Man” about her relationship with Alexandros Panagoulis, the attempted assassin of Greek dictator George Papadopoulos. It was one of the best books I have ever read. Panagoulis was imprisoned while we were at the Arts Center. It’s a long time ago, but I remember that month quite like it was yesterday. Some things you experience in Greece get imprinted into your memory like no other.