Fifty years ago, in the summer of the year I got married in Germany, I was invited to the home of my Greek husband's colleague in Athens, and we went there on our honeymoon. We walked to a place where the Parthenon could be seen in the distance, like in a textbook photo, at the far end of a wide road with many lanes, atop a stone hill. It was a time when tourists were sparse, and we could still access right beneath the Parthenon. We went down the hill and crossed the road, and at a workshop (which also made miniature versions of ancient Greek pottery, palm-sized), I bought three of these, including this vase, as souvenirs and brought them home with great care, where they remain to this day. "We supply replicas to museums too," the owner said, which I doubted, but I thought they were well-made, so I bought them and later brought them back to Japan. This one was the largest and I displayed it with care, but when my nephews were toddlers, they were playing around and knocked it over, breaking the handle. I couldn't bear to throw it away, so I put it in a plastic bag and stored it, but 20 years later, I started learning kintsugi (golden joinery) and repaired it, and it has been on display again ever since. I used black, not gold, to match the vase, and it took about two months to repair. I have become not just a senior, but an elderly person, and the time has come for me to let go of the things I loved. My sons are all engineers and didn't even notice it was on display, and it will probably be discarded. I would be happy if I could pass on this vase, which came all the way from Athens, along with its "life? history?" to someone who appreciates it and will display it in their home.