Nektaria Anastasiadou - A Recipe for Daphne

Nektaria Anastasiadous writing has appeared in The Huffington Post, Al-Monitor, Daily Sabah, Mashallah News, Panoply, East of the Web, Sixfold, The Shanghai Literary Review, Eclectica, and The Eastern Iowa Review. In 2019, one of her short stories was included in the American Fiction Anthology and she won the Zografeios Agon, a prestigious Greek-language literary award established in Constantinople during the late Ottoman Empire. She also received an honorable mention in Glimmer Trains Spring 2017 New Writer Contest and in Ruminates 2015 Short Fiction Contest.

She lives in Istanbul and A Recipe for Daphne is her debut novel.

A Recipe for Daphne

Nektaria Anastasiadou

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ISBN 978 977 416 979 3
eISBN 978 164 903 001 6

Version 1

Preparation for an Encounter

What the man in white called cerebral arteriosclerosis and vascular dementia, Fanis called preparation for an encounter with divinity.

Youre just a little confused, said the man. He withdrew the icy metal thing hed been holding to Faniss chest. Thats common after a syncope. Youre going to be okay.

Fanis took a deep breath: the place smelled of iodoform and humiliation. He could hear restrained murmurs, offensive beeping, and somebody emptying his insides. It wasnt what he expected of Hades. His vision was still blurry, but he was able to make out a golden caduceus on the mans lapel. My God, he said. Is it you? And why are you speaking Turkish?

Im sorry, said the man. He had the deep bass voice that Fanis had always wanted. I forgot to introduce myself. Im Dr. Aydemir.

A doctor? But that staff belongs to Hermes, not to doctors. Asclepiuss staffwith just one snakeis the symbol of medicine. Which makes you an impostor, sir.

Dr. Aydemir glanced at his watch. Do you know where you are?

Of course I do. Im in the City.

Which city?

Theres only one. Istanbul.

And just where in Istanbul are you?

Fanis looked around. He saw a nurses footin an ugly white shoepeeking out from beneath the imsy yellow privacy curtains. The German Hospital, he said.

Good, said Dr. Aydemir. Do you know what day it is?

June 4, 2011. The day I was supposed to meet a god.

The doctor smiled. Its true that some people think of me that way. But Im human after all.

Thats not what I meant, said Fanis, suddenly aware that they had dressed him in one of those awful paper gowns.

Did you mean, said the doctor, that you thought you would die today? Its not time to worry about that yet. Medications can treat your condition.

Fanis, however, did not believe that multicolored pills could cure anything. Apart from sporadic aggravations such as erectile dysfunction, that was.

The doctor took out his mobile phone. Perhaps I misunderstood. Maybe youd like me to send for a priest?

Fanis rolled his eyes. He knew the fellow was only trying to be considerate, but the question irritated him. Everyone had noticed the Greek name on Faniss chart and the religious classication on his identity card: Christian. Those were his minority tags, his marks of non-Turkishness. And so, when he had mentioned an encounter with divinity, the doctor had assumed that he was referring either to death or to churches. Yet Fanis had seen the cause of the illness in his dreams, and he knew what it meant: it was time to unbind knots, loosen tongues, and release what had been kept hidden. The divinity who would help him was neither Christian nor Muslim, but Hermes, the god of transitions and boundaries and the patron of shamans, travelers, thieves, storytellers, and liars.

Still, Fanis realized that this young pup would never understand. So he said, Thats not necessary. Just give me your side of the story.

Excuse me?

The prognosis, the treatment, and all that ho-hum.

Right. The doctor sat on a rolling air-lift stool and crossed his long legs. Lets start with the arteriosclerosis. The risks are ischemic or hemorrhagic stroke

Death, you mean.

Yes, as well as vascular dementia. Thank God, youve managed to avoid a stroke so far, but from the symptomsconfusion, difculty making decisions, restlessness, agitation, memory issuesit seems youre already in the early stages of vascular dementia.

So its all over?

Not necessarily. I suggest you reduce your fat intake

Impossible.

Then youll at least have to take these medications. Dr. Aydemir tore ve prescriptions from his pad.

Fanis was unable to read the snake-track writing. What are these? he asked.

Just a few things to lower your cholesterol and blood pressure, and help prevent cognitive decline and a potentially fatal stroke.

Can I take them with Viagra?

You take Viagra?

Didnt they tell you? Thats why I came. I want a prescription.

At seventy-six?

Why not?

You mean you still?

Of course.

Shouldnt you be spending time with your grandchildren?

I dont have any. My late wifemay God give her restcouldnt conceive. But Im going to remarry as soon as I nd a beautiful woman of my own kind. Rum, that is.

The doctor stared at Fanis. He probably didnt even know that the word Rum was a Turkied version of the Greek word Romios, which meant Roman. At best, Dr. Aydemir thought of Fanis in the terms of the rest of the world, as an Istanbul Greek, which implied that his forebears hailed from Greece and not from Istanbul. Aydemir surely didnt knowbecause almost no one did nowadaysthat many of Istanbuls Greek-speaking Rums were descendants of a native population that had lived in the City since well before AD 330, the year in which Constantinople became the capital of the Eastern Roman Empire.

Fanis explained, The Patriarch says we should all have three kids to perpetuate our race. I probably wont manage so many. Id be happy with just one son to carry on the Paleologos name. Its Byzantine, you know.

Im sorry, sir, but I dont think its a good idea. Youve got more important things to worry about now.

What could be more important than that?

Listen. Its imperative that you begin taking these medications today. Not tomorrow, today. Otherwise your condition could worsen rapidly. Youre still a vibrant man. I dont want to see you lose your independence.

And the Viagra?

The doctor sighed. Well revisit the subject at your next appointment. Two weeks from today, okay?

The doctor shook his hand, lifted the yellow curtain, and disappeared. A male nurse handed Fanis the clothing and accessories that had been neatly stored in a cabinet at the foot of the examination table: a crisp shirt, creased pants, a gold-buckled belt, and well-polished shoes. Thank God no one had stolen his watch. It was still on his left wrist, and his wedding ringalong with that of his dead wifewas safe on his right ring nger. After tying his silk handkerchief around his neck, Fanis thanked the nurse and left the hospital through the back entrance in order to reduce the chance of being seen by acquaintances.