The flight over was magical. Aegean Air is a rare jewel among airlines. I am fading out of Egypt mode but still keep going to say thank u in Arabic. I met my couch surfing host with ease and he showed me to my apartment, yeh, apartment. I have my own place cuz him and his friends rent a flat just to hang out in. Unfortunately, no heat or hot water. But I can survive by boiling water and filling the tub. I did one cold shower and while I usually live for cold showers, I wont be doing that again. Plus I have like ten wall plug heaters going. I crashed for a while and woke up to a house full of guys hanging out, playing drinking games. Haha. awesome. They all seem really cool and it's interesting just listening in attempt to pick out what I know of Greek.
I guess it's great timing that I'm sick now. Cuz I said I would put myself up somewhere nice if I got sick and now indent have to. Being able to come an go as I please, nice bed, it's all so much more than I could ask for. Despite how I feel, I forced myself up to the Acropolis cuz it's free on Sundays right now. Obviously the scale of Egypt's monuments are incomparable to most other ancient structures but my experience here was peaceful and serene, which I got little of in Egypt. Poverty combined with easy money from tourism has truly ruined the experience of ancient Egypt. The Acropolis was packed but I felt very alone, which was exactly what I was seeking. I have had to push myself to slow down lately, reminding myself that there are 7.5 months ahead, that there is time to savour a moment of nothingness. Lesson learned today, don't look back at Greek men you think are strange and look like they stepped out of a 90's music video cuz they will think you're looking at them for other reasons and drive their motorbike onto the sidewalk and follow you in their lime green coloured visor in all their awkwardness. Then! They'll have the nerve to say that you're a goth just becuz you have on a black tshirt and a lip ring. I'm considered goth? Wtf? Eccentric, edgy, alternative. But goth?! Please. You are obviously so sheltered my sleeveless shirt, lime green visor wearing friend.
After wandering around, I went to go catch up on my communication, only to get the news that a good friend of mine from college committed suicide. I spent probably over 2 hours in Syntagma Square shocked and constantly picturing it. Was she even crying when she went for that walk with a rope slung on her shoulder? Did she walk for hours to find the perfect tree, in the perfect spot, with the perfect view that would be her last? Did her nails break skin grasping for that rope to come free when it tightened around her neck? Or did she fall gracefully with confidence, spreading her arms in a last flight? Was she even scared? Or was she so sure of the outcome, life being full of pain and death being void of all she suffered from, that she barely shuttered at the thought of after? Did she honestly believe she'd be free of it? I guess she must have. Did she honestly believe life was that bad? Or did she know it wasn't and couldn't bare her unexplained sadness any longer? What a twisted kind of guilt that is. I think it takes a certain kind of courage most of us don't have in order to take that step off the edge but at the same time it's a cowardly curdle away from all that is challenging and difficult. To just give up is.... weak. I guess we're all weak at times, then there are the few who have the courage to step off the edge and they do. Suicide is selfish unless you never had any ties, you cut all your ties or you make it so it at least looked like an accident. It makes me angry that she left all these people who cared about her behind with nothing but remorse, regret and an endless list of things they should have said or done. She left a wonderful boyfriend, who will probably never be the same. How would you be if your significant hung themselves in the woods? I know it's nothing that anyone did or didn't do. She was a sad girl and had not found what worked for her. She didn't appreciate her life and in her selfish nature was capable of what many of us are not. Still, I am saddened by the talent that has now faded from the world and reminded of college memories I hope not to be tainted with her end. I will attempt to remember only the good and trust in her that she understood the outcome and truly knew it was worth taking that cowardly but courageous step to be free from all that tortured her.
I am absolutely bursting with excitement. I literally get home at the end of the day and spaz out cuz I just can't express it enough. Hopefully my sinus headaches and throat gayness will subside soon. Starting to get a grip on the language but it's still a 2nd thought and I'm trying to make it a 1st, or at least say it in Greek 1st. The streets are littered with beautiful people and I am just so happy, I could die. Hahaha tho, here and there I feel lonely. Usually as soon as I do a 'skilos' (dog) walks up and hangs out with me. Stray dogs, They're everywhere. And they're all so cool, jumping in the fountains and playing with everyone. They're everyone's pets and I just think that's so amazing and rare. I love it. None of them are vicious it seems and they just chill right in the middle of everything. I could absolutely live here. It's more than all I imagined it being. And I imagined alot.
I've never been on the metro without accordion players busking through. I'd like to know what percentage of the population plays accordion. Almost always I am next to a person and they're fucking prayer beads clicking left right and center. How is that ok? It's like somebody tapping a pencil but worse and if I knew how to say sarcastically in Greek 'well that's not annoying', I would damn it. My real desire is to rip those shiny, fake metal, pieces of cheap shit that he's twirling around, out of his hands and beat him with them. Did you get what you were praying for?! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!
Finally got € thanks to my wonderful mother who no matter the circumstance, always comes through. HSBC- 'Banking without borders' - my ass! Anyway, western union is #1 in my books now. So 1st thin I did was buy a phone, desperate to talk to everyone. Especially my bird. Hahha loser. And then I searched for a guitar light enough to travel with, scoring 1 for 100€. now there is no way I can starve even if I run out of cash. I can make good money busking in a day, especially if I get up in peoples faces and sing to them. Make them feel all warm and special inside. I know I make more than alot of musicians do, I think partly cuz I'm loud, partly cuz some girls find me inspiring, partly cuz I appeal to alot of different people with all the different types of music I sing and partly cuz I'm a girl busking, which is kinda rare, plus, boys will be boys. Went and played with some random people on the street for a couple hours tonite, gonna meet up again 2mrrw and amplify everything. Starting to get into the swing of it already. I missed that person I found in Toronto. Tomorrow I'll surely know her again
Most of the buskers here say it's not a city for buskers but I disagree. People are pretty receptive, all the buskers are friends and trade spots graciously. I've only busked in NY and Toronto which I can say are absolutely NOT busking towns in comparison. The cops are around and they'll ask you to move but I've never been asked. There are some great musician, great acts and great people. I find myself hanging out with alot of Americans who have been living here for sometime but I've also been hanging tough with the Greeks too, with no shortage of Raki and Ouzo.
Arriving home at 530am after an awesome day of busking and some random frat party surely counts as a successful day. I showed an extreme degree of restraint when a drunken idiot poured my drink over my head on purpose, thinking for some reason I'd enjoy it. This is, according to my host, is apparently, part of a mating ritual. My hand immediately went to his throat and my foot behind his and just as I started lifting my hand, choking him to kick his foot out from underneath him, I stopped. How I wanted to follow through, oh how I wanted to follow through. Haven't met a girl like me here yet. Concluded that it's not in Greek culture to be any kind of a non girly girl. Saw 2 goths today, even they were girly. I hate when people tell me to be a lady cuz I'm not a lady in the typical sense of the word but I know I have class where it matters most. I continually strive to be the person I want to be, to let anyone else sway what I strive for would negate everything else I stand for. So I shrug off comments and continue.
Siobhan's suicide still weighs heavy with me. Not 5 minutes goes by where I don't think of her. I have little closure, few answers, just the usual assumptions that come with suicide. I'd bet my life if she had been prescribed weed and not antidepressants, she'd still be here. Pharmaceutical companies own the world, if weed were ever used as a common prescription, they'd be mostly out of business. It is one of the most useful plants in existence, for medicine and more yet it's illegal. It makes no sense. There's a great documentary, listing all the ridiculous reasons for marijuanas' illegalization. It's hilarious, depressing, and I recommend both believers and non believers in the marijuana reformation movement to watch it. 'The Union - The Business Behind Getting High'.
I have concluded, as mostly anyone would, that the Greeks are beautiful people. Ruining that fact, there is no shortage of middle aged men that feel no way about hitting on someone young enough to be their daughter. 3 times now in Syntagma Sq. A man has started on a park bench a ways away, then moves to a closer bench, and then a closer bench and then finally sits next to me. Seriously? You expect me not to be creeped out and have a strong desire to converse with you? I've been followed once and after 8 turns, stopping and starting again, the idiot still thought I didn't notice. So I stopped, turned around and just looked at him like, yeh? Back off before I hurt you. He looked shocked, turned around and walked away. I am often viewed as an easy target, but no one has ever succeeded in catching me off guard yet.
More often than ever, my eyes wander past my tattoo of Bermuda and I think about everyone I miss, reminiscing on every memory, in every curve on the map. A homesickness, I would assume it has alot to do with not having a home right now. The same thing that's thrilling leaves a feeling of, I guess inevitable and obvious, displacement. My feelings of travel have not changed but in haste I admit that I have begun to crave the stability and normality most people accept so easily into their lives. I used to want kids and a normal life but suddenly felt a revolt from it all. The idea of bringing children into a world that I believe has too many, that I believe we as humans are not currently worthy of, seems illogical and selfish to me. Hard to understand how a species that incubates for 9 months, typically 1 at a time, can sweep over the earth like such a plague. Plague or miracle, either way, the thought of procreating makes me shudder.
I once had an argument with a friend over the earths' population. He argued that population was good while I argued we have far surpassed the infrastructure we created, therefore, without the restructuring of our environments, continued population growth is only harmful to our existence and the conditions of our existence. The Malthusian population theory argues that population multiplies and increases exponentially, while food production increases only arithmetically. I can't think of a case where population growth wasn't harmful or the leading factor in the demise of a society. In fact, many societies still recognise a time for war to bring the population back in line with available land resources. As if to kill of each other is the only option. Population planning and control and educated use of land and resources are not modern concepts but it seems the implementation of them is severely lacking in both 3rd and 1st world countries. After seeing places like Egypt, it makes the notion of building the infrastructure up enough to support current populations, look like an impossibility to me. Where do you even start? It's just incomprehensible. Birth control and education are always the first steps and then the implementation of systems that manage living, waste, and social ties. Creating communities that work together, that care about each other. There will always be the consideration of human nature in a tendency to be violent or greedy, but no one can deny the significance of nurture. Maybe if everyone's needs were provided for, and there were less divisional lines of yours and mine, people grow to be less greedy. Recommended reading - Jared Diamond 'Collapse - How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed'. It's long, but if you have any interest in ancient societies, their decline and how it relates to us, it's worth the read.
I can't help but notice the reoccurring racial similarities in relation to the items being sold here. Black men, who I'm told are Nigerian, selling fake designer bags, Asian women selling random trinkets like the old cigarette girls and Indian men selling these toys that splat apart and return to form. Surely they are required to pay off the exit out of their country and the entrance into this one. Not an entirely new form of slavery but certainly a modernised version. Maybe the ones pretty enough to work in the sex trade are lucky that they pay off their debts faster. Maybe none of them ever pay off their debts. Most of the people reading this blog could not understand the desperation inherent in leaving your country behind. The Malthusian dilemma, mismanagement of governments and resources, obvious corruption and lacking applied knowledge force many to flee. I have led a life of luxury in comparison, brimming with possibilities. Any Bermudian who dare say they don't have those same possibilities is a lazy, idiot saying 'whoa is me!', whose real problem is that he or she does not seek to better themselves on their own accord. I walk past the hawkers, without seconds in between, Gucci, Prada, Dior, all just a part of the disease that's sweeping the world clean of meaning and morality, just as equally as no name brands being fashioned in China for pennies are in their own right. For everything I buy I have to consider where it came from and where it's going. Who had to sew till their fingers bled so I could have this shirt, these shoes, this hat? What child didn't go to school or get paid to bring this to my hands? There's really no avoiding most of it tho. And I'll be the first to admit, it will drive you crazy if you let it. But I try to consider those things, even more so now that I have seen the influence of western needs on other countries and the lengths people will go to to satisfy a material culture. It's not even just the flashy material goods that people are exploited for, cocoa products are obtained from countries using child slave labor. Now every time I eat chocolate, I'm faced with haunting images of just how this candy came to be in my hands. Research on companies using cocoa derived from sources recognising human rights, is underway. So how do we live our lives and enjoy the things we want to enjoy without the exploitation of resources and/or other people? Hard to say when every one is only concerned with their own gain. I guess it takes the consumer to stand against immorality, since apparently the corporations have little interest in that sort of thing.
More and more people do care it seems, rising up against greedy and corrupt governments, boycotting products or brands, wide spread embarrassment thanks to global social connections. An exposed market that is forced more often now to recognise moral code. When I say Nike, the first few things to mind will be sports, shoes, sweatshop. Not necessarily in that order. Many wonder if we as the consumer can change anything, history has proven we can.
Anyway, back to subject. Greece is recovering from it's own revolution, tho not as extreme as Egypt's. The EU bail out has brought hard times here but standards of living are still high. There are consistent protests, riots, vandalism and strikes here. Whole metro stations plastered in paint and screens shot out in anger over the metro price raise. Seems to me the Greeks can be pretty vengeful while simultaneously being one of the most hospitable people around. It's become the cool thing to be an anarchist, though I'm realising that many can't even comprehend entirely what they claim to support but many are educated and realistic about the concepts and many facets of anarchy. People fear it as a governmental alternative becuz we've been taught to fear it. Why would government officials, reaping monetary benefits thru governmental structure, want us to think it would be anything but chaos without their control? Anarchy can work and has worked in societies before and there are so many different strains of anarchy, it would be hard to say that there isn't one to fit all types of people and societies. However, I personally cannot comprehend anarchy on a global scale.
Corruption and Greece are synonymous for many of us. Unfortunately, the world renowned rumours seem to be true. The locals agree that the only way to get it your way, is to pay. At many levels in society, not just top or bottom. Still, that is not remotely visible to a passerby of this charming city. There are only 3 reasons why I couldn't live here,
1- In comparison to a language that does not use a separate alphabet, it would take considerably longer to feel acquainted. And the Bermudian side of me certainly leans toward a lazier form of communication. Haha. nah wha um seyin? It's a beautiful language, and I may continue to pursue it, but it is very difficult.
2 - the smokers! Omg! I mean, I am a smoker, and maybe if I wasn't sick it wouldn't bother me as much but I'm pretty sure it would still bother me. An indoor smoking ban went into effect last year but it is not enforced at all. I can only count one place out of every bar, cafe and restaurant I've been to that is not smoked out. There are no smoking signs everywhere, quite apparently tho, that's just for show.
And 3- virtually non existent reggae scene. Nuff said.
I could retire on an island somewhere I'm sure though. Greece's beauty is consistent, the same but different at every turn and absolutely breathtaking from city to sea. I've barely been out of Athens tho I know only more perfection awaits me wherever I go.
Random thought- forgot to mention that I saw a scarab beetle when I was riding the camel at the pyramids. Good Luck!
Most of the buskers here say it's not a city for buskers but I disagree. People are pretty receptive, all the buskers are friends and trade spots graciously. I've only busked in NY and Toronto which I can say are absolutely NOT busking towns in comparison. The cops are around and they'll ask you to move but I've never been asked. There are some great musician, great acts and great people. I find myself hanging out with alot of Americans who have been living here for sometime but I've also been hanging tough with the Greeks too, with no shortage of Raki and Ouzo.
Arriving home at 530am after an awesome day of busking and some random frat party surely counts as a successful day. I showed an extreme degree of restraint when a drunken idiot poured my drink over my head on purpose, thinking for some reason I'd enjoy it. This is, according to my host, is apparently, part of a mating ritual. My hand immediately went to his throat and my foot behind his and just as I started lifting my hand, choking him to kick his foot out from underneath him, I stopped. How I wanted to follow through, oh how I wanted to follow through. Haven't met a girl like me here yet. Concluded that it's not in Greek culture to be any kind of a non girly girl. Saw 2 goths today, even they were girly. I hate when people tell me to be a lady cuz I'm not a lady in the typical sense of the word but I know I have class where it matters most. I continually strive to be the person I want to be, to let anyone else sway what I strive for would negate everything else I stand for. So I shrug off comments and continue.
Siobhan's suicide still weighs heavy with me. Not 5 minutes goes by where I don't think of her. I have little closure, few answers, just the usual assumptions that come with suicide. I'd bet my life if she had been prescribed weed and not antidepressants, she'd still be here. Pharmaceutical companies own the world, if weed were ever used as a common prescription, they'd be mostly out of business. It is one of the most useful plants in existence, for medicine and more yet it's illegal. It makes no sense. There's a great documentary, listing all the ridiculous reasons for marijuanas' illegalization. It's hilarious, depressing, and I recommend both believers and non believers in the marijuana reformation movement to watch it. 'The Union - The Business Behind Getting High'.
I have concluded, as mostly anyone would, that the Greeks are beautiful people. Ruining that fact, there is no shortage of middle aged men that feel no way about hitting on someone young enough to be their daughter. 3 times now in Syntagma Sq. A man has started on a park bench a ways away, then moves to a closer bench, and then a closer bench and then finally sits next to me. Seriously? You expect me not to be creeped out and have a strong desire to converse with you? I've been followed once and after 8 turns, stopping and starting again, the idiot still thought I didn't notice. So I stopped, turned around and just looked at him like, yeh? Back off before I hurt you. He looked shocked, turned around and walked away. I am often viewed as an easy target, but no one has ever succeeded in catching me off guard yet.
More often than ever, my eyes wander past my tattoo of Bermuda and I think about everyone I miss, reminiscing on every memory, in every curve on the map. A homesickness, I would assume it has alot to do with not having a home right now. The same thing that's thrilling leaves a feeling of, I guess inevitable and obvious, displacement. My feelings of travel have not changed but in haste I admit that I have begun to crave the stability and normality most people accept so easily into their lives. I used to want kids and a normal life but suddenly felt a revolt from it all. The idea of bringing children into a world that I believe has too many, that I believe we as humans are not currently worthy of, seems illogical and selfish to me. Hard to understand how a species that incubates for 9 months, typically 1 at a time, can sweep over the earth like such a plague. Plague or miracle, either way, the thought of procreating makes me shudder.
I once had an argument with a friend over the earths' population. He argued that population was good while I argued we have far surpassed the infrastructure we created, therefore, without the restructuring of our environments, continued population growth is only harmful to our existence and the conditions of our existence. The Malthusian population theory argues that population multiplies and increases exponentially, while food production increases only arithmetically. I can't think of a case where population growth wasn't harmful or the leading factor in the demise of a society. In fact, many societies still recognise a time for war to bring the population back in line with available land resources. As if to kill of each other is the only option. Population planning and control and educated use of land and resources are not modern concepts but it seems the implementation of them is severely lacking in both 3rd and 1st world countries. After seeing places like Egypt, it makes the notion of building the infrastructure up enough to support current populations, look like an impossibility to me. Where do you even start? It's just incomprehensible. Birth control and education are always the first steps and then the implementation of systems that manage living, waste, and social ties. Creating communities that work together, that care about each other. There will always be the consideration of human nature in a tendency to be violent or greedy, but no one can deny the significance of nurture. Maybe if everyone's needs were provided for, and there were less divisional lines of yours and mine, people grow to be less greedy. Recommended reading - Jared Diamond 'Collapse - How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed'. It's long, but if you have any interest in ancient societies, their decline and how it relates to us, it's worth the read.
I can't help but notice the reoccurring racial similarities in relation to the items being sold here. Black men, who I'm told are Nigerian, selling fake designer bags, Asian women selling random trinkets like the old cigarette girls and Indian men selling these toys that splat apart and return to form. Surely they are required to pay off the exit out of their country and the entrance into this one. Not an entirely new form of slavery but certainly a modernised version. Maybe the ones pretty enough to work in the sex trade are lucky that they pay off their debts faster. Maybe none of them ever pay off their debts. Most of the people reading this blog could not understand the desperation inherent in leaving your country behind. The Malthusian dilemma, mismanagement of governments and resources, obvious corruption and lacking applied knowledge force many to flee. I have led a life of luxury in comparison, brimming with possibilities. Any Bermudian who dare say they don't have those same possibilities is a lazy, idiot saying 'whoa is me!', whose real problem is that he or she does not seek to better themselves on their own accord. I walk past the hawkers, without seconds in between, Gucci, Prada, Dior, all just a part of the disease that's sweeping the world clean of meaning and morality, just as equally as no name brands being fashioned in China for pennies are in their own right. For everything I buy I have to consider where it came from and where it's going. Who had to sew till their fingers bled so I could have this shirt, these shoes, this hat? What child didn't go to school or get paid to bring this to my hands? There's really no avoiding most of it tho. And I'll be the first to admit, it will drive you crazy if you let it. But I try to consider those things, even more so now that I have seen the influence of western needs on other countries and the lengths people will go to to satisfy a material culture. It's not even just the flashy material goods that people are exploited for, cocoa products are obtained from countries using child slave labor. Now every time I eat chocolate, I'm faced with haunting images of just how this candy came to be in my hands. Research on companies using cocoa derived from sources recognising human rights, is underway. So how do we live our lives and enjoy the things we want to enjoy without the exploitation of resources and/or other people? Hard to say when every one is only concerned with their own gain. I guess it takes the consumer to stand against immorality, since apparently the corporations have little interest in that sort of thing.
More and more people do care it seems, rising up against greedy and corrupt governments, boycotting products or brands, wide spread embarrassment thanks to global social connections. An exposed market that is forced more often now to recognise moral code. When I say Nike, the first few things to mind will be sports, shoes, sweatshop. Not necessarily in that order. Many wonder if we as the consumer can change anything, history has proven we can.
Anyway, back to subject. Greece is recovering from it's own revolution, tho not as extreme as Egypt's. The EU bail out has brought hard times here but standards of living are still high. There are consistent protests, riots, vandalism and strikes here. Whole metro stations plastered in paint and screens shot out in anger over the metro price raise. Seems to me the Greeks can be pretty vengeful while simultaneously being one of the most hospitable people around. It's become the cool thing to be an anarchist, though I'm realising that many can't even comprehend entirely what they claim to support but many are educated and realistic about the concepts and many facets of anarchy. People fear it as a governmental alternative becuz we've been taught to fear it. Why would government officials, reaping monetary benefits thru governmental structure, want us to think it would be anything but chaos without their control? Anarchy can work and has worked in societies before and there are so many different strains of anarchy, it would be hard to say that there isn't one to fit all types of people and societies. However, I personally cannot comprehend anarchy on a global scale.
Corruption and Greece are synonymous for many of us. Unfortunately, the world renowned rumours seem to be true. The locals agree that the only way to get it your way, is to pay. At many levels in society, not just top or bottom. Still, that is not remotely visible to a passerby of this charming city. There are only 3 reasons why I couldn't live here,
1- In comparison to a language that does not use a separate alphabet, it would take considerably longer to feel acquainted. And the Bermudian side of me certainly leans toward a lazier form of communication. Haha. nah wha um seyin? It's a beautiful language, and I may continue to pursue it, but it is very difficult.
2 - the smokers! Omg! I mean, I am a smoker, and maybe if I wasn't sick it wouldn't bother me as much but I'm pretty sure it would still bother me. An indoor smoking ban went into effect last year but it is not enforced at all. I can only count one place out of every bar, cafe and restaurant I've been to that is not smoked out. There are no smoking signs everywhere, quite apparently tho, that's just for show.
And 3- virtually non existent reggae scene. Nuff said.
I could retire on an island somewhere I'm sure though. Greece's beauty is consistent, the same but different at every turn and absolutely breathtaking from city to sea. I've barely been out of Athens tho I know only more perfection awaits me wherever I go.
Random thought- forgot to mention that I saw a scarab beetle when I was riding the camel at the pyramids. Good Luck!
Finally got down to the water today. Something I should have done a long time ago. Some how I always manage to forget that the only place I ever truly feel home, is by the water. The salt ridden air always brings an immediate smile to my face. In the numerous times I have sat and pictured my future self, I have never seen her without the ocean nearby. There's a mega yacht marina spilling over with beautiful boats in every town yet, still, none match the sexiest boat on the water I know of, The Spirit of Bermuda. : )
I renege my previous statement, apparently there is quiet the reggae scene. Still, the language gap would make it a harder move to make than moving somewhere the language does not use it's own alphabet.
Went out and about tonite. Metro closes at 12 and opens at 5. Needless to say, 12am is far to early. So here I am on the metro, seemingly the only one who is still out from a Thursday nite. Once again l had to go through Omania Square. This time with far more determinism than the last. Darkness brings a shadier version of the day. Junkies laying on the street with their watchers protecting them while they slip into the heroin induced sleep. Lined up like items on a shelf even in the pouring rain, they lay. I sympathise with them and their need. I have felt it before, we all have. It may be for our next meal or shopping binge but we've all felt it in one way or another. Many people don't understand but if you think realistically, it's the highs that take us thru life. We always search for the next and remember the last, how we felt, how it momentarily erased all the monotone normality that fills in the gaps of between. Some peoples gaps are just larger, harder to fill with mundane attempts, a better high is always chased and sometimes that high becomes so high, it takes harder and harder drugs to top it. Whichever the circumstance of their current state, I am saddened by them but equally as nervous as I know the desperation that it brings. The only way to navigate successfully thru any dangerous area or situation is to seem as crazy as possible. Look at every one as if you will kill them just for passing by. Be on as much of a mission as they are, seem determined and unstoppable and no one one will think about doing anything to you other than offer you drugs. In the indigo haze of morning, I'm forced to do laundry in preparation for Rhodes 2morrow before I can savour the last hours of comfortable sleep.
I renege my previous statement, apparently there is quiet the reggae scene. Still, the language gap would make it a harder move to make than moving somewhere the language does not use it's own alphabet.
Went out and about tonite. Metro closes at 12 and opens at 5. Needless to say, 12am is far to early. So here I am on the metro, seemingly the only one who is still out from a Thursday nite. Once again l had to go through Omania Square. This time with far more determinism than the last. Darkness brings a shadier version of the day. Junkies laying on the street with their watchers protecting them while they slip into the heroin induced sleep. Lined up like items on a shelf even in the pouring rain, they lay. I sympathise with them and their need. I have felt it before, we all have. It may be for our next meal or shopping binge but we've all felt it in one way or another. Many people don't understand but if you think realistically, it's the highs that take us thru life. We always search for the next and remember the last, how we felt, how it momentarily erased all the monotone normality that fills in the gaps of between. Some peoples gaps are just larger, harder to fill with mundane attempts, a better high is always chased and sometimes that high becomes so high, it takes harder and harder drugs to top it. Whichever the circumstance of their current state, I am saddened by them but equally as nervous as I know the desperation that it brings. The only way to navigate successfully thru any dangerous area or situation is to seem as crazy as possible. Look at every one as if you will kill them just for passing by. Be on as much of a mission as they are, seem determined and unstoppable and no one one will think about doing anything to you other than offer you drugs. In the indigo haze of morning, I'm forced to do laundry in preparation for Rhodes 2morrow before I can savour the last hours of comfortable sleep.
Amazing to read.. your writing is very unique.. i did not picture athens as the place you have discribted it..
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Nice bloggin! Say hi to Lexi for me- Mark said you were hanging out with her xoxoErin
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