I have spent forty years watching people arrive in this country. I sit here in my usual corner at this old kafeneio, the one with the peeling blue paint and the wobbly metal tables that have held more coffees than the Aegean holds fish, and I watch. I see the tourists disembark from the ferries or wander out of the air-conditioned lobbies of Athens hotels. They are beautiful, eager, and prepared. They have their guidebooks, their digital maps, and their itineraries color-code

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