Siga-siga means slowly-slowly.
Which is exactly the opposite of what the rest of the world expects from us.
Jojo:
I think I’ve reached a higher level of existence.
I am breathing.
I am napping.
I am at one with this café.
Jabba:
You are drooling, Jojo.
Jojo:
That too.
It’s part of the process.
Jabba:
How can you and Dad both just sit here?!
Dad is drinking coffee, chatting with locals, staring at the sea…
And Mum is at home, working!
She probably needs help!
Jojo:
Jabbi… this is Greece.
If Mum needed help, she would already be here, having coffee with us.
Jabba:
But what if she’s stressed?
Or tired?
Or overwhelmed?
Or all three at once?!
Jojo:
As usual, you’re exaggerating!
Jabba:
Because nothing is happening!
No rushing.
No planning.
No urgency.
This goes against everything I know.
Jojo:
That’s siga-siga.
You don’t rush life here.
You take it all one step at a time.
Jabba:
But the world doesn’t work like that!
There are emails.
Deadlines.
To-do lists!
Jojo:
Yes.
And then there’s also coffee.
Sun.
A light breeze.
And the radical idea that life is too short to spend it only being busy.
Jabba:
You sound very wise for someone who hasn’t moved in two hours.
Jojo:
Wisdom comes with still contemplation.
And snacks.
Jabba:
Fine.
I’m going home.
Mum definitely needs me.
(Later that evening)
Jabba:
So… apparently Mum worked.
Then she lay on the balcony.
Then she sunbathed.
And then she said it was “a very productive day”.
Jojo:
See?
Siga-siga works even when you’re not watching.
Jabba:
…
I still don’t trust it.
Jojo:
You don’t have to.
Just sit down.
Eventually you will get it.
