Manolios Chtistakis - Son in law
It is difficult to escape from the overwhelming burden of tradition, especially if you grow up in a society that supports tradition more vigorously than that of the most fanatical dogmatist. The wealth, however, can be a ticket to escape for a while from its vice, and wealth was not lacking in the family of Manolios. The young man, feeling coughing in his environment, used the family’s money to travel the world and under whatever pretext – study, pleasure, work – anything would do for him to hop on to the next plane. This continued alternation between family pressure and nomadic freedom also had its price, and after graduating from the Institute of Agricultural Sciences in Berlin with a degree in molecular cultivation, he felt drowned by the family’s demand to return immediately back and take over the family business. He collected his belongings and abandoned the family home in Crete to wander for years in exotic destinations, expanding his horizons and creating unknowingly an endless network of friends and acquaintances. On one of these trips, she also met Alexandra, a student in the Department of Genetic Engineering at the University of Texas, USA. The petite half-blooded, German – Greek woman, looked like the fire. They met in an activist action at Austin when he was on his way to the Burning Man Festival and made a stop in the city to pick up some friends. They led him to the concentration that had that petty creature in her heart. And yet that creature with the harsh hair had a spar and a fire that could burn you if you got too close. At least, he had the opportunity to witness it when four police officers fell on her to put her down, and she not only got up, but when she got away, she picked Manolios’s bag and threw it to them. The rest is a story about fingerprints, plastic prison food, and a night that made them realize that they were meant to be together, as lovers named by the stars, unique in their kind. For a few years, nomadic life was a way of always being together in whatever they did, but when Manolios visited her family house and found the hardcore, nationalist, fascistic character of her stepfather, the choice to continue the nomadic way of life or to choose to settle somewhere away from the toxic environment of Alexandra’s family led them back to Crete. Together they were caught from scratch to start their lives, and somewhat like that after a few months they had already produced the first batch of medicine cannabis with Cretan aroma. Because of the circle of friends of their old life, the product was channeled entirely to pharmaceutical companies and universities, giving them a comfortable life and plenty of new business opportunities to extend to other products. Economically settled and satisfied with their thirst for travel around the world, they decided to stay forever on the island, and after the first three years, Manolios decided to make the coveted marriage proposal to Alexandra. Unfortunately, a new turn of events in relation to his wife’s real father shook the waters of their everyday living. Alexandra’s father had disappeared a few days after communicating with his daughter to attend the marriage. Alexandra, on her agitation, had spoken to him of scandalous words about a great discovery that the archaeologist had done and for which he had warned her that he was worried “if it fell into the wrong hands”. When he heard her giving details to the investigating police officers about the case of what he had told her on the phone, Manolios realized that this was a research on a “magical” ingredient that could change the world of medicine as we know it. For Manolios, his wife’s anxiety had to come to an end and he might also have won from a successful conclusion of the research. He did not waste time and once again he recruited his “friends” network to find the answer to the mysterious ingredient that forced some to kidnap or even worse to kill her beloved father. He would keep this mission secret, not because he did not want his unpleasant thoughts to stir even more the love of his life, but perhaps because he believed that at least, in case the professor was dead, he and his wife as a first-degree relative could benefit in the end.
Hope you’re doing swell. This year has been wonderful for me and Alexandra and it’s been a pleasure having you all visiting us in Crete. Hopefully, this letter finds you all happier, healthier and with your new plans in development, as most of you told me during your visiting. As you already know, me and Alex are about to get married in late October. Nonetheless, this is a personal call for help that I ask of you not to share with her. Since we are supposed to be preparing the reception and stuff, I cannot personally take care of a situation that has surfaced. Giving you a small background brief, for the past few months Alex has been sharing with me the story of her father, the well-known archaeologist Kleopatras Kipselis. From letters they’ve exchanged and Alex shared with me, it seems that her father has come across findings that would turn the world upside down. He usually spoke of them with fancy words like treasure, or something that will make people change their minds about the way they live. This exchange of letters goes back like for years, still, it wasn’t until few months ago that my father in law revealed that his research site was established in mount Pelion, near a village named Kissos. The last letter, actually a package, was received a week ago and Alex chose to keep this one a secret. But, the other day while she was out for our marriage arrangements, I found the letter and got a big surprise. As all of us have already discussed, the purpose of our company reflects our ideas about guiding more people into an alternative way of living. This is now what I dare ask of you. Kleopatras Kipselis might have found the answers to our problems. This is mostly due to the fact that in that last letter he wrote: “…my beautiful Amazon, I hope we’ll meet soon. Yet, I need to ask you not to share with anyone the findings that came to your possession. I am begging you, if the secret is revealed, the world will fall into the depths of Erevos. No matter the motives, humans will stand no chance if immortality was to be given to the ones not worthy enough. Please, I beg you keep it safe and I hope to be there by your side in your day of wedding, so that we may discuss what to do with it…”. My long-time friends, in the past we have gone through a great deal of shit, and right now I ask for your assistance. My father in law has gone missing and I am thinking that probably his findings made some people feel uncomfortable. If you accept my invitation, my request to you is to set up a team and travel to mount Pelion. Once there, you’re to introduce yourselves as a company of an NGO workers. This will be your cover so that you may interact with local authorities and locals in general, establish relations with the excavation team members – something difficult I guess with the police in your way – and if possible try to find out anything that might be useful in our mission. Of course, I must ask of you to be discreet because Alex already informed me that both the University and her grandfather’s company are sending in teams to investigate the situation. Let me know what you think and I’m hoping to have all of you onboard. We might not share the same blood but I think of you as brothers and sisters, so no hurt feelings if you choose to sit this one out.