oráit, adv. From the English all right. Greek migrants said it first. It does not mean everything is perfect. It means we will get through this. oráit writes about Greece in that sense: the corruption, the state that does not answer, the young people who leave, with names, numbers and sources, and next to them a teacher in Kilkis, an engineer in Melbourne, a group of friends in a village in Sfakia, someone who came from somewhere else and stayed. No heroes, no moral at the end. In English, it does the same for the rest of the world. There is this too.