So now that I am reading Eleni, the story of the Greek mountain woman who was executed by the communist guerillas who were controlling her little village, I keep thinking ahead. While the story takes me through her life in the years before her death I keep thinking ahead, knowing of her end. Each chapter takes me closer and I can't wait to get to that awful moment so I can get past it.
For the last two nights I have had nightmares. The first was about me, about to be executed. Different circumstances than Eleni's but clearly the same result. Last night I dreamed I was with my daughters when they were small, perhaps eight and six, and the two of them were going to be executed. Needless to say, when I awake from such nightmares I can't sleep again.
Now I am obsessed with finishing the book, or at least getting past the execution. It's close but the details, the details, are so thick that I wonder how long, how long. But I can't stop reading.
