One thing you can't miss in Athens nowadays, and the rest of the country for that matter, is a general numbness and silent rage. The financial crisis is well known and extensively discussed.Why, how, who's to blame and what's on the cards for the future are written on people's faces, on the closed shopfronts, you can smell it in the air. The spirits are low, the steps heavier, the burden of betrayal unbearable on the chest.
People are out on the streets, holding flags and trying to hold on to old ways, familiar and safe ones. The disappointment and rage have seemingly fused with the tarmac. There's a protest nearly every other day but what strikes me more is the unseen, curious and deafening silence of the many. Those lying in back streets and those restless in their houses, those invisible ghosts that came to light not because they broke the spell of their eternal doom but because the consenting majority descended to hell. And slowly absorb the stinking pus of the manicured futility of the recent past. I hope a new brotherhood will form, after all we'll all together again.
People are out on the streets, holding flags and trying to hold on to old ways, familiar and safe ones. The disappointment and rage have seemingly fused with the tarmac. There's a protest nearly every other day but what strikes me more is the unseen, curious and deafening silence of the many. Those lying in back streets and those restless in their houses, those invisible ghosts that came to light not because they broke the spell of their eternal doom but because the consenting majority descended to hell. And slowly absorb the stinking pus of the manicured futility of the recent past. I hope a new brotherhood will form, after all we'll all together again.
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