I am twelve years of age. I was twelve years of age. I live on an island. I know this because the land is completely surrounded by water: wherever you start from, if you keep going long enough, you will get to the sea. When I grow up I will write a poem about it. When I grew up I wrote a poem about it, the poem was called ‘Island’. Here is the poem, not the completely true poem, which was written in Greek, but the truth the poem contains, translated into English:
Ierodiaconou, Andriana, Truth, Kunapipi, 33(1), 2011.