August 21, 2016
The sound of the tzitzikia is so loud, I comment to a friend as we sit beneath a lemon tree in Maroussi, Athens.
I notice as I chat away that the stridulation is sporadic – one moment the cicadas are humming in full swing, the next stopping before the next chorus inevitably reaches a crescendo once more. Sometimes you don’t notice if you are talking, until, that is, it goes silent.
After some time passed I asked my friend, ‘What makes them stop and start like that?’ She looked thoughtful for a moment, then replied, ‘Well it must surely be the conductor!’
Perhaps it’s really not that funny, or perhaps it is just that I am delighted and happy to see my friend and to be back in Greece, but we howl with laughter.