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Chapter 1
My sleep, as our plane neared Greece, changed, but I cannot say how. I would like to say that a dream,
a vision maybe, entered my unconscious state and filled me with wonder and fear. But if this happened I
cannot remember it. I do know I sensed the approach of this ancient land before I awoke. I sensed it in
the same way a child senses home, and awakens, just before the parents pull the car into the driveway.
The stir in my sleep was familiar. I was coming home--to a place I had never been before.

Then I heard the captain's voice announcing that we had begun our descent. I opened my eyes and was
momentarily blinded by the morning light, a morning that had never come so swiftly for me before. The
flight attendants had pulled up the window shades. Yawning, stretching, I glanced over at Helen Demeten