“Every word I say, I count with the compass. To make sure my words are correct, as if I were singing in Kasos.”
In 1958, the ship “Dodecanese” sank near Symi, taking with it 28 souls. The curious thing is that it was not the first time that ship had sunk. Anchored in Piraeus during WWII, it had gone down during the bombing of the port. However, it was raised, repaired and entered passenger service after the war to call at the more remote islands; this was at a time when the country, in its efforts to recover from wartime hardships, was even willing to patch ships up. It was on this same rust bucket in 1954 that the young American student Robert McCabe made a stormy Rhodes-to-Crete voyage, with passengers begging the captain to return, certain that they were in grave danger.










