grandmothers

The old women in Crete are so brave, they go up and down their mountain looking for herbs, visiting their children, looking for company. Once they are widowed they wear black for the rest of their lives. Now i like to wear black, because i want to. But if you are forced to be marked as a widow all the fun of wearing black is gone. If is a greek (mediterian) form of sati, isn't it?

But never i saw these women, who worked hard their full lives conquering the island and its rough nature, in a loving and cuddly way with their grandchildren. Of course they love them, i am sure about that. But i think, life made them hard and bitter...

So a big hug for all these beautiful women....