imagining my dream summer house: on a mountainous side with a view to the sea, next to an olive grove. Limewashed walls, mosaic floors, heavy wooden furniture, handmade pottery, folk embroidery, linen curtains and sheets smelling of thyme and lemon. In the yard, a heavy marble table laden with books, dried flowers and a bowl full of figs and nectarines. Afternoons spent reading, writing and sleeping in the sculpted seats under the shadow of grapevines. In the evening gatherings with friends, feasting on wine and cheese and honey, reciting lyrical poetry and naming new constellations after our loved ones