I remember when all you could hear was about the 4 mothers who went missing. Their families looked for them in vain. The moon finished a full circle and still no news. Until an aroma so exquisite, one that titillated the nostrils and vibrated the senses, travelled with the wind. It came from the mastic factory. This is where they found them. Amongst pots and pans the mums were making cookies for all.
