Ephraim set about raising the money to restore Vatopaidi to its former glory. He dunned the European Union for cultural funds.

Deliver me, my masters, head and heart, Heart of Cadaver's candle waxes thin, When blood, spade-handed, and the logic time Drive children up like bruises to the thumb From maid and head,

I’m no superman and I shouldn’t get a supersalary.

The hovel stood in the centre of what had once been a vegetable garden, but was now a patch of rank weeds. Surrounding this, almost like a zareba, was an irregular ring of gorse and brambles, an unclaimed vestige of the original common.