last week of June, I entered in to the world that everything was shouting life is so beautiful. I acknowledge that. In Samos Island, life is to live. I wanted to live it. It was not just some beautiful place. The whole chemistry was different. I wonder if it is Mediterranean breeze or a Greek touch. Also, if you die there you would bury in the mountain and face to ocean. Wow, mountain, I biked about forty minutes all over the mountain in Samos Island to see the ancient Tunnel that made in 15 bc. I cannot beleive how I made it through to the mountain. That was tough.

I receive two history lesson, one from Asian-american professor in Virginia. The other from local restaurant owner who was happy to have green restaurant by producing all of the veggie and not using any chemical ingredient. He was green and bright. He remember all of the history from the school. Other Greek person also talk to me about the Persian-Greek history before. I was kind of embarrassed knowing less than them. They even know the name of the Persian kings' wife. Well, not only our history class is sucks in Iran, it gave me a very wrong impression about studying the history. Indeed, I should say analytical history is pretty dense and interesting.

Greek has many thing similar to Turkey such as the coffee, kabab, Ouzo and Tsipouro. They call the Turkish coffee , Greek coffee or Arab coffee. One of them emphasized to me the pots are imported from Egypt and the good one should be made in copper. Aluminum or Steel coffee pots are sound like such a scandal in coffee making. Ouzo (Greek alcohol) also looks Turkish alcohol (Raki). But, it is better not talk to about Turkish similarity there. There is lots similarity with Persian that they are happily talk about, some examples from food are dolma, stuffed tomato and paper, Moussaka. According to my history lesson, Geek likes Persian since one of our Prince married one of their king in two thousand and something years ago. So we are friends since then.

I should say it here that the best part of Greece is Greek :) They are just lovely and friendly. Greek barbecue is the best barbecue ever. They make best food which is not just meat and of course there is Greek music and dance.

I also learned the Greek alphabet there. It is so fun to read in Greek.

There is no resurrection. I woke up of death. In my dream, I sorted everything out. So I woke up tired. Sorting out the whole resurrection thing was easy, making a decision about whether to resurrect or not was such a complex process. That was such a complex process that had nothing to with Bayesian inference.

A couple of hours passed and I forget what I was going to write here.
"the stone"
But, I remember my alarm betrayed me today morning.
"some may hold the rose some hold the rope" and the rope holds my roses and I dry them.

Whatever is written up to now was yesterday. Now is today, I just read what I wrote yesterday. still cannot remember what I was going to write yesterday. The ugly french guy just offered me pastries. That was a big basket of pastry. I saw the big pastry basket. I did not look at any of pastry though, I just picked the one that closest to me in geography of pastry basket. Choice is overrated.

I am pretty enjoying listening to this and I like the way the word Long is a verb.