Little boat, unstable under weight of strange shapes bundles tied together with a rope, was shaking on the sea. Older man slowly stepped on it and while he was trying with one hand to calm down the boat, with the other he was reaching to help his daughter. As soon as she got on safely, he covered her with blanket carefully so she would be safe from wind. The only thing that was showing her as something more than part of luggage were prams of her dark hair dancing with wind. He untied boat with care from shore-nothing was left do do or say-and their journey begun. It wasn't a short trip. It was the beginning of one way journey, the beginning of a new life. Life in the colony of lepers. Life on Spinalonga.
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