The Dolphin and I

The Dolphin and I. I think it was in 1967 when the Junta of Greek coronels took power, I was in Piraeus on holiday the water on the stretch is calm, and one day I met a dolphin we swam side by side and when I got tired I hold around her she was helping me ashore. We had a platonic affair kissing and cuddling like lovers beautiful days and she was always there waiting for me. It came to an abrupt end when one evening I criticized the junta which consist of four rather dim officers and for good measure had a go at the Orthodox priests, who looked like they were eating a cow a day. I blame the ouzo. I had been overheard and the police. came drove me to the airport and there was no time to say goodbye. It must have been disheartening for the dolphin it must have waited for a day, we were lovers torn apart by politic. There was another coup, and the colonels were exiled to an island that had an asylum were, they became orderlies which they liked so much that when they were forgiven stayed on because the mad did as they were told. But I cannot forgive them for destroying a beautiful love story