Paul Johnston - The Silver Stain

Mavros was sitting on the large, plant-festooned balcony of his mothers flat with the orange juice he had just squeezed. Normally a late-riser the boon of being self-employed he had woken before dawn, for no apparent reason, and been unable to get back to sleep. The early sun had appeared over Mount Imittos and was casting tentative rays over the grey-white apartment blocks of the Athenian sprawl. To the south, the Aegean still retained the last of its dawn darkness, stretching away towards the islands and the Peloponnesian peaks. A northerly wind ensured that the air was relatively clear, and the sound of traffic and drivers quick on their horns was already ascending the slopes of Lykavittos. The view, taking in the Acropolis and its scaffolding-clad temples, was glorious, but Mavros was struggling to come to terms with it.

Bare arms slipped round his shoulders. Still missing the old flat, Alex? Andhroniki Glezous soft cheek rubbed against his stubble and then her lips sought his. Their tongues briefly touched. Oh no. Niki said firmly. I was just saying good morning. Ive got an eight oclock meeting.

Mavros smiled. I dont know what you mean. I was just saying good morning too.

Uh-huh. And whats that? Niki pointed to his groin.

Dont take it personally, my love. Morning glory answers to no woman.

Niki slapped him on the arm. Charming. You havent answered my question.

Mavros looked back over the city. The flat on Pikilis, just north of the Acropolis, had become too expensive for him to continue renting at the end of 2002. That coincided with his mother suffering a stroke that had made her frail, so she had left the large flat in Kolonaki, the most exclusive area in central Athens, and moved in with Mavross sister in Anna in the northern suburbs.

If only you charged reasonable fees, Niki said, instead of waiving them half the time.

Mavros frowned. Now youre running my business too, are you? He knew as soon as he said the words that he was in trouble. Although he and Niki were closer than they had ever been, her extravagant temper was never caged for long.

Dont take that tone with me, she said, glaring. With her dark eyes and tousled hair, she had the look of the mythical Gorgon that dealt stony death, though no part of Mavross body was hard any more. You dont let me run anything, never mind your business, Alex. And what kind of a business is it, exactly, tracing missing people?

I seem to remember finding a girl you managed to mislay, he muttered.

The reference to the daughter of a Russian-Greek immigrant family that Niki had looked after as a social worker shut her up, but not for long. You didnt even charge the Tratsous the going rate.

They arent exactly the Onassises.

No, but you. . oh, whats the point, Alex? You dont even tell me about most of your jobs.

Mavros shook his head. Nikis ability to overlook the dangers his work entailed and the damaging secrets he uncovered never failed to irritate him. You nearly got shot in the Tratsou case. You were in hospital with a police guard, remember?

And you nearly got killed several times on that case, she riposted. She was leaning over him, her long legs visible to the residents of the block across the street and her shapely breasts fully in evidence to him down the neck of her T-shirt.

He laughed, never the sensible option. To his surprise, and after a pause long enough to move his hands down to protect his crotch, Niki laughed back.

Why do we do this? she murmured, cheek against his again. I love you.

And I love you, he replied. We just have-

Different ways of showing it. She kissed him on the lips. I know. Im going for a shower. She raised a finger. And no following. Wait till tonight.

So stern, he said, as she turned away. And so desirable.

Niki swung her hips seductively as she disappeared inside.

She was right, Mavros thought, looking back out across the city. Although his mothers flat was large and well-appointed, he still hankered after the rundown single-bedroom place in Plaka, the rock wall of the Acropolis louring over it like a stone tsunami. He had been there for five years, but he always knew that his days were numbered. With the Olympic Games little more than a year away, owners had been taking advantage of grants to upgrade their properties and, of course, raise the rents.

He went inside. That wasnt the only reason he had come to Kleomenous, despite his dislike for the gilded but acid-tongued neighbours. His mother Dorothy, the Scottish side of his dual heritage, was still running a successful publishing business, and owned the flat, meaning he didnt have to pay a single Euro of rent. Not that he felt at home. He insisted on sleeping in the larger of the two guest rooms, feeling that taking over the master bedroom would make his residence permanent. That irritated Niki, despite the fact that the guest room was larger than both his old bedroom in Pikilis and the bedroom in her flat in the southern suburb of Palaio Faliro. And it was true that the exclusive address had impressed the kind of clients that he would have preferred not to work for, except he needed their money. But there was still another, more important reason.

Ta-dah, Niki said, taking a twirl in a short, well-cut skirt.

Mavros looked down at his groin. No, sorry, nothing doing.

She came at him with her bag, a large, file-filled object that he had been hit with before. He sidestepped her and grabbed her arms.

Tonight, she said, keeping her freshly painted lips out of range. Tonight Ill show you a really-

The sound of a key turning in the front door made Nikis eyes widen and her smile depart quicker than a bribe slipped to a tax inspector.

Your obese friend, she groaned. I thought Id seen the last of him when you moved here.

Not for the first time, Mavros regretted having given Yiorgos Pandazopoulos a full set of keys. Then again, if hed done what hed often urged his mother to do and put the chain on, Nikis tantalizing farewell wouldnt have been so rapidly terminated.

Morning, Alex, Yiorgos said, taking in Nikis presence. Morning, Andhroniki. This was a recent tactic, calling her by her full Christian name. Designed to wind her up, it was highly effective.

Morning, Fat Man, Niki responded, even though Mavros had frequently told her that the nickname was for his use alone. Have a busy day, the pair of you. She strode towards the door, her head high.

The Fat Man waited till it closed behind her. What got up her-

Mavros gave him a full-on glare.

Nose? Yiorgos completed.

You wouldnt understand, Mavros said, wondering if Niki would now follow through on her interrupted promise.

From The Descent of Icarus, an unpublished memoir by Rudolf Kersten:

May 20th 1941 has lived with me all the days of my life since.

We were drenched in sweat, having been fully kitted up since 2 a.m. padded parachutist helmets, flying service blouses, jump smocks over combat trousers, knee pads, machine-pistols, grenades, Lugers, bayonets and gravity knives, as well as the bulky RZ16 parachutes. I wasnt the only one who slipped a hand inside my smock to finger the jump badge with its silvered wreath of acorn and oak leaves beneath the gilt diving eagle that was the Fallschirmjagers talisman. I also repeated under my breath the commandments written for us by the Fuhrer You are the elite of the Wehrmacht, for you combat shall be fulfillment. . be nimble as a greyhound, tough as leather, hard as Krupp steel. .

The Ju52s three engines started at six and we heaved ourselves on board, each of the twelve with the end of his slip cord between his teeth, like giant pirates pulling captured ships so empowered did we feel. The canisters containing our rifles, machine guns and ammunition made the interior of the affectionately nicknamed Auntie Ju with her corrugated metal skin even more cramped. Thick red dust rose from the untreated runways and there were delays between flights, but eventually the pilot gunned the engines and we moved sluggishly away. I was seated opposite one of the windows in the fuselage, but Peter Wachters tall frame blocked it effectively until we were airborne and the juddering made him shake. I saw the first rays of the sun come over the mountains to the east of Athens. I may have imagined it, but I thought I caught a glimpse of the Acropolis as we climbed over the island of Salamis. It seemed like a good omen, ancient Greek civilization and its triumph of arms soon to be emulated by the spearpoint of the modern worlds greatest fighting force.