Academy Street to Michalis Ganas As he walked down Academy Street, he didn’t feel the yellow acacia floret that came and settled in his hair. He didn’t realize that people stepped aside for him to pass, his way clear - green, too, the next pedestrian light. He was unaware of a host of erotic glances, of smiles never returned, of faces warmly beckoning with optimism, Confidence, and kindness. Only when he entered the lift did he blush with shame, as he saw in the mirror the yellow floret caught on his tie; and he smiled, he, Tuesday’s honoured guest, invested with the order of everydayness. ( From “ Learning to Breathe”, 1990) (Translated from the Gr...