A week ago, as I was wandering the streets of New York, a young woman saw me and asked if I was okay. I was disheveled because I had been sleeping in a park, and no one had been helpful or understood what I was saying. I even went to a store with large Greek letters on the front, but they laughed at me. I told the young woman my story, and I think she believed me because she offered to let me stay in her home. She speaks a weird Greek, but there are enough words and phrases for us to communicate. Her home was incredibly odd and small. It does not meet my standards whatsoever, but I must take my punishment with grace if I am to escape this wretched place. She lives in an iron building that was high enough to touch Olympus. We stepped into a box that teleported us to the top, and we entered the living quarters of a peasant. Painfully tight. The woman’s name is Thea, and she is kind to me. I have found out she goes to school, like men. She attends the New York University, and she studies Greek history, and she is a writer. She says the Gods must have brought us together, because no sane person would ever have believed my story. But she does.
The last few days, she has been touching her glowing machine a lot. So I decided to ask her what she was doing. She has been writing an article about the new king of New York. They do not call him a king, though, but a mayor. She really likes him. She translated the article for me the best she could.
There were names and places that were foreign to me. But I feel profoundly affected by her words on how women should be treated. And gobsmacked at how a man would be advocating for such things. In my world, men rule because that is what the gods have dictated. In this world, men do not have to rule. Women write and protest against the rule of bad men.
If a woman was touched against her will in Corinth, it was her fault as she tempted the man. I never thought this was just. It feels liberating to see this Cuomo person see criticism as a loss of power for his disgusting actions.
I am starting to question how much of an actual punishment it is to be living here. Maybe I was shown mercy. An ounce of autonomy over my actions that I have never experienced before.
The Confused ancient Greek woman 
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