Mid-class turks, such a miserable totality

having struggled for a very long time on a front, only to discover that it's melting away, that there's no more front, but that the is everywhere, and, to begin with, behind your back. One would have to be Kutuzov, and know how to sleep on one's horse for the grand retreat in the cold.

Το παραθύρι σου άνοιξε
ρίξε μου μια γλυκιά ματιά
Κι ας σβήσω πια τότε, μικρό μου,
μπροστά στο σπίτι σου σε μια γωνιά

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