translated by John Taylor

Here is what happened the other day: I was staggering down awful stairs, my weight
had doubled. My fellow citizens, indifferent to the drama that was taking place before their
eyes in plain daylight, which make my dilemma all the more tragic, led me to the sea.
Go into the water, royal peacock—could be heard from everywhere—delight in the departure of the
cranes. And as the symbol of a wretched species becoming extinct, I waded
into the water and then swam to the coast. I enjoyed the anxiety of everyone who was
applauding. I shook my feathers and, giving out a terrible yelping, managed to be heard by the
bastards on the other shore.

  Agria Angeliki Photia (Wild Seraphic Fire), Agra Publications, Athens 1997