ὄπταις ἄμμε
“(Before he met Sophie, Hans hated his feet, or he thought he hated them—they were hopeless at dancing, rather stubby and the slightest touch made them recoil. He felt they were guilty, but of what he did not know. Guilty of being the way they were, averse to being shoeless, getting cold at night. That afternoon when Sophie bared his feet for the first time, she studied them at length and gave them her simple blessing: I like your feet, she said. And she planted a kiss on the tip of his big toe. Nothing more. It is the small things in life that change you, reflected Hans…From that moment on, Hans began walking barefoot around the room.)”
— Andrés Neuman, Traveller of the Century (trans. Nick Caistor & Lorenza Garcia)
