But when the radiant light of the sun rose, we beheld the Aegean flowering with corpses—Aeschylus, Agamemnon Luciole. I dreamed I was swimming in the seas of my homeland again. My hair turned into seaweed thick with petrol; my mouth tasted like radiation and uranium. I opened my eyes—lashes threaded with sticky fish entrails—and found … Continue reading Without Exile by Eleanna Castroianni