A few years ago, I took some friends, a psychologist, two geologists, a few reporters, and a surgeon, to Greece for Easter. We went to celebrate the holiday and to go hiking. We enjoyed the Easter celebration, which in the town where I went to high school, you can drink a beer on the plaza, hold a candle, make the sign of the cross and pray.

A few years ago, walking in the lower plains of Kilimanjaro, I met my first Tanzanian coffee plants. I saw the small huts of the coffee planters, the children chasing any mechanical device that came trough the plantation. I saw the small banana trees grown among the coffee plants.

I grew up in Peloponnese, the prefecture of Arcadia. It is on the east coast of Peloponnese. In the lower slopes of Mount Parnon was my village. It was a plateau of about a hundred acres, from which, in a ten minute walk, you could look down to the Aegean Sea.