Filoxenía, 2021

When I was young, my godfather would take me on his “Kamari Boat” to pick up tourists at the harbor. He would take them fishing near the docks of a remote beach, where he would cook with them, drink with them, and dance with them. He was enchanting; he showed me that hospitality is not bound by language. The memories he gave these strangers—in this boat and on this beach—transcend any barriers he could have had with anyone who climbed aboard.