The scene was the idyllic Greek village called Rahes, on the island of Ikaria— the mythic island of Ikaros and Dedalos, where people forget to die. It was a traditional village celebration… wine flowing, maidens dressed in their finest, wooing young bachelors across the village square, in the shadow of the kabanario— the church bell tower. It’s the stuff movie scenes are made of. You can almost smell the salt in the air from the Aegean Sea and the fresh oregano, growing wild on the hillside. Strums of the violin playing ancient rhythms… And then… the hipsters arrive.