Invisible Ink

One of the blessings of living in the Great Island of Britain over Easter (especially over Easter) is that I get to not be Greek. Easter traditions here in London evolve around M&S chocolate eggs, the Easter bunny and the egg hunt. I'm sure some people go to church. But I'm not aware of them. I just love how the evils of globalisation, consumerism and immigration have loosened the noose of tradition, family duty and national identity. And I shall remember on this Easter weekend the wonderful essay of Tony Judt I read in the New York Review of Books blog Edge People:

I prefer the edge: the place where countries, communities, allegiances, affinities, and roots bump uncomfortably up against one another—where cosmopolitanism is not so much an identity as the normal condition of life. ... I believe I can understand and even empathize with those who know what it means to love a country. I don’t regard such sentiments as incomprehensible; I just don’t share them. ... Far from being rootless, I am all too well rooted in a variety of contrasting heritages.

 Photo from planningforfun

So here we go. Instead of dyeing and decorating Easter eggs why don't you crash them to make ink. Crack an egg and separate the white from the yellow. Dip a quill or pen nib in the white and start writing. Invisible! Should you want to read your invisible message heat the paper with a hot iron or a candle. Happy Easter writing.