A young man, twenty eight years old, on a vessel from Tenos, Emes arrived at this Syrian harbor with the intention of learning the perfume trade. But during the voyage he was taken ill. And as soon as he disembarked, he died. His burial, the poorest, took place here. A few hours before he died, he whispered something about "home," about "very old parents." But who these were nobody knew, nor which his homeland in the vast panhellenic world. Better so. For thus, although he lies dead in this harbor, his parents will always hope he is alive.
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