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  • We are like shadows in her TV. Visiting her twice in her lifetime.
    She lived in this village of Epirus all alone in a remote house.

    Two years ago she fainted and broke her leg. For two days she sat on the floor before her brother and sister brought her to the city.
    And there she was for the first time in the hospital. Confused because she couldn't feel the serum injected into her.
    Her name is Katero. I visited her twice again in the nursing home with my grandfather, her brother.
    She couldn't remember anyone and was upset why so many people were among her, occupying her house.
    I asked her about the past. And then, with all the memories and spirit, Katero kept telling stories from these times,
    when she was the noble Needlewoman of the region.

    And she hated men.
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