On the adhesiveness of identity

I travelled to Crete awhile back, and in a café spoke to a fellow who told me is names was something ending in -akis. I rather rapidly assumed therefore that he was from Crete as that is how names usually are on this island much as Roumainian names tend to end in -u.

Later in our conversation he clarified that such and such was not exactly his name but that his family had changed it – so that the children would fit in better.

Oh. How long ago was that, I asked.

With a slight shrug, he replied  – four or five centuries.

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