My essay on laïko, the Greek popular music that kept me company through four years of illegal work, police raids, deportations, and heartbreak in Patras and Athens in the 1990s, is out today in The Quietus.
It is a love letter to Mitropanos, Karras, Alexiou, and Marinella – and to a language I learned from supermarket catalogues and a pornographic booklet, and eventually forgot. Read it here.
Ledio Cakaj 
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