‘Your Royal Highness……’ I said curtsying and giving my hand
The King murmured something, kept with one hand his jacket (probably is part of the protocol gesture) and he gave me his other hand. Seconds after the royal handshake, I looked my palm for specks of gold but no joy…
‘Your Excellency……’!!! I said
‘Call me Bruno’ the Ambassador said to me ‘hmm Swedish egalitarianism’ thought and felt more comfortable. Bruno is the name that suits his appearance.
After I slipped through the gathering of the guests. The majority , Swedish tall, blond.., the perfect Arians, Hitler wasn‘t around. Two men approached me, they were his royal highness’s escorts. One of them introduced himself as the ‘king’ of all scouts in Geneva! For sure he wasn’t the kind of man of helping old ladies crossing the roads but helping rich and famous splashing their own parties. He asked my ‘whereabouts’. Greek is the first word that comes in my mind to describe myself, everything else comes afterwards, even the ΒΗΜΑ bestseller list. He asked me about if I know Fix ‘Of course I know Karl’ I said to him coming in mind the big Brewery building in Syggrou, Athens during the BC period. The scout started to be happy with my ‘acquaintances’ so he moved further, mentioning more big Greek rich names. Of course I knew all of them, as well as panagiotTaki (columnist in Spectator whose the only concern is the plutocrat’s miserable life). Soon I was bored with talking heads and I moved to another circle full of Swedish, a young girl started to talk to me with energy and enthusiasm, when eventually she realized I was Greek, she made a pause and she said to me “I know a Greek word’’ I was ready to hear once more the word ‘kalimera’ with a Swedish accent, and she said clearly with Greek accent ‘EKATON TRIA= one hundred three”. Wow this is quite advanced Greek! I said to her. The girl smiled and said «this was the number of my hotel room in Greece!!!»
The king was still there talking to the guests. “What a hard work to be King these days” I was thinking as I was leaving the party the time I felt I had enough of this kind of social gathering and driving back to my nest and my comfortable bed.