Every evening and most days a rather large man sits at the bar of the Kourounis taverna in Kambos run by lovely Eleni. He always wears a pink polo shirt. I am not sure if he has a large collection of such shirts or if he has been wearing the same one all summer. He laughs, he smiles, he drinks and smokes and taps away at his laptop. What on earth is he doing?
This has been bugging me all summer. Is he gambling? Or running a Money laundering operation? Or working for some dodgy dating site pretending to be a stunning 23 year old woman who is desperate for sex, if you join the premium site. Just I case he was some violent criminal I have not dared look at his screen for ten weeks.
Last night the truth emerged. Vangelis, for that is his name, is a delivery driver for Dixons. But because of the crisis there are not that many er…deliveries. And so he is now becoming an expert player of computer games. He also owns 2,000 olive trees which makes him a bit of an olive oil baron. And as an aside he is a crack shot and will be shooting a raft of small birds for a celebration supper when I return for the Olive harvest. Mystery solved.
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