Chapter Eleven
Aura sat next to the green lighthouse and rubbed her feet. She was dead-tired, having rode through half of Athens with her bicycle for three nights in a row.
She had ended up in Perama, having exhausted all other theories to find Orosa. The road back was long and she needed a few minutes to rest. Despite what someone might think, it was rather hard locating someone who broadcast her position daily and vlogged about what she saw and what she did.
She gazed Salamina across the water. She was reminded of the history classes at school, of times of heroes and epic nautical battles. Now it was all fake. Song lyrics had six writers and two producers, voices were artificial and myths were manufactured and tested in focus groups.
She knew the deal from the inside, by having a fam
