Athens, July 2016.
Walking North West from Monastiraki, past small squares and open air cafés, the Athenian landscape changes gradually but perceptibly. Streets and buildings gain a shabbier and unkempt character. The open places and green areas become fewer and loose their charm. Our hotel, in the heart of Evripidou, stands out like the last stronghold against the advancing decline. Yet, it seems as if dirt and neglect could be scraped off with the tip of a knife to reveal traces of happier and wealthier days. The atmosphere is that of a quiet and bewildered effort to adjust to a new and not yet fully understood disgrace.
The hardship the Greek people have experienced in the past couple of years are known to all, portrayed in newspapers, TV news and international negotiations. They are here fully visible. Tangible almost. Restaurants and fashion shops are replaced by oriental general hardware stores, the homeless haunt the archways and clusters of people around street corners reveal where dealers and addicts make their business. Buildings crumble away and the debris remains uncollected, forgotten. No one cleans the street because anyway what’s the use? No one seems to know what the way forward is, no one knows what and who to blame. Continue reading Ancient struggles