Filos mou, I know *somewhere* in there also you have not forgotten affection for your friends across the Adriatic. I seem to remember that--a few years back a ways--you graciously let our great great grandfather slip from the ruins of Troy with his son at his side and his father on his shoulders. Wasn't there a song written about it? ;)
" Filos mou, I know *somewhere* in there also you have not forgotten affection for your friends across the Adriatic."
You mean the song which starts thusly?
"arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris
Italiam fato profugus Laviniaque venit
litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto
vi superum, saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram,
multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem
inferretque deos Latio; genus unde
Albanique patres atque altae moenia Romae." :)
Well, of course we're close to our Italian brothers, the late unpleasantness in the 1940s to the contrary notwithstanding. "Greci e Siciliani, una faca, una raca", as I was always taught!:)