Only in Greece would this happen. I woke today (Sunday) to the sound of trucks, a cement mixer churning and chatting in a language I couldn't understand. I looked out from the balcony and there were about 10 Albanian workmen, and they were building a path to my house. The result after about 3 hours was the cement path leading straight to my front door. Before that I had been struggling along a rough uneven and dustry track which was fine to negotiate in the daytime, but more problematic at night.
Χτές πιο νωρίς το πρωί, περιπού δέκα εργάτες έκαναν ενα δρόμο στο σπίτι μου.
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