Travelling along the pathways of the East I met many people and learnt a lot about their komboloia.
Inexplicable powers led me to hidden workshops and secret encounters.
Buddhists, Hindus, Moslems, Catholics, Orthodox Monks.
A vast number of people with prayer-komboloi in hand, counting the prayers to their gods, on a circle...
But the secret hidden by the beads of the komboloi did not lie there. The secret of the power that makes it such a special, insparable companion in the life of many people.
It was well-hidden in the hands of Grandfather, of Stavros, of Gavrili in the semi-basement prision cell, where they counted the joys, the tears and the empty moments of their loneliness and their angusih, on an endless circle with neither beginning nor end, to infinity...
Book in good condition. Pages are browning around edges and there is general signs of wear and tear.