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Like today, on November 20, 2016, I traveled to New York City. I received a visa on the occasion of the issuance of my first book, which was published in the USA/NY. At Athens Airport, the Greek police checked my belongings with great rudeness; one of them pushed me against the wall strongly, so he injured my shoulder. He was saying that my visa was fake, and I told him to call the embassy and dare to tell them that. I heard a young man from afar telling them, "She was our professor." I think it was Vaggelis, he was my student for an exam! Then, someone came and told me, "Go away," and I left.
On the plane, I was feeling terrible on a long journey, and it was my first time going to America. When I arrived, the NY police welcomed me. My publisher and my friend came to pick me up. I was extremely sad, but it was snowing in Quinze, beautiful, soft snow. A few days there: Thanksgiving, glory to God, and my trials. A woman’s Penna annoyed me. Thank God again, I am grateful I became a citizen of NY. Grateful for my people from Brooklyn to Manhattan, for the homes and hugs close to me, my steady steps, my writings that have wings, that are not imprisoned, that if stolen, their aroma will still be felt because they carry spiritual and mental identity. I thank every American New Yorker who contributed to my journey. Glory to God, I am not proud; I am simply grateful. I celebrate the day I went to NY, but we are officially connected to NY. It is the city of my destiny that follows me; NY is the world! Happy Thanksgiving, guys.
Love you all


