My deepest thanks and gratitude go to my New York University advisor Prof. Pepe Karmel, and to Prof. Milla Riggio, my advisor for many years, along with Dr. William Barnett, Prof. Jacquelyn Southern, and Prof. N. C. Christopher Couch from my former graduate studies at Trinity College in Hartford Connecticut.
My husband Abbas and my gifted son Nikos are mentioned last to underline their crucial support during my study at New York University.❤️👩🏻🎓
“In friendship or in love, the two side by side raise hands together to find what one cannot reach alone.”
Connection, August 15, 2015, Holy Spirit Church, Rosenheim, Bavaria, Germany
“Invisible threads are the strongest ties.”
“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”
“She was waiting, but she didn’t know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.”
“You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that you left; but when you left my eyes went with you. Now, how will I cry?”
“It’s a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.”
Harriet Beecher Stowe
“The smart way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly limit the spectrum of acceptable opinion, but allow very lively debate within that spectrum….”
“We need to rinse our eyes, and view things differently.
We should wash our words
To be both wind and rain.”
“We shouldn’t muddy the water.
A pigeon may drink it down the road
Or in a far away grove a starling may bathe
Or in the village, a jug may be filled.
We shouldn’t muddy the water.
This running water may feed a poplar and wash away sadness from a heavy heart.
A dervish may dip his dry bread in it.
A pretty woman may come to the river bank
We shouldn’t muddy the water
The beauty will be doubled.
What refreshing water!
What limpid river!
How pure the uptown people are
May their springs always boil and their cows always milk!
I have not seen their village.
But, no doubt, god walks along their wattles
The Moon, over there, lights the width of words
No doubt, uptown, the walls are short.
Their people know what a poppy is.
No doubt, over there, blue is blue.
The people know when a flower blooms.
What a village it would be!
May its garden alleys be filled with music!
The people from the head of the river know water.
They did not muddy it,
Neither should we.”