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«There is nothing sweeter in the world than our
homeland». Keeping in our heart those words, we set
off on our return journey to Ithaca. From Troy, the
wind drifted us to Ismaros. After we had conquered
the city and looted the treasures, my mindless
companions didn’t listen to me and started to feast. It
was that time when we were attacked by the Kikones
and their neighbors. The battle was hard but we
survived, though we lost our beloved companions.
According to our tradition, we cried out their names
three times, promising that we would remember them
forever.
After we went through a huge sea storm, below
Peloponnese. Nine days later, we arrived at the Lotus
Eaters’ island. We anchored there and I sent a group
in order to explore the island. Unfortunately my
companions ate that sweet lotus fruit that the people
offered to them. But what a disaster! They forgot our
homeland right away. When I realized that it was too
late, I took them by force to return to the ships and go
on with our journey.