In the summer of 1957, a friend and I went back to Helepolis for a month-long walk along the Gulf of Makri. We wandered north-south through the undergrowth, a picturesque region of red mullet and grapes. The trail mostly followed a muscle-bound rock edge, along which a long stretch of other methods of objectives were unknown.
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