Sunday, 17 October 2010

"There will be riots".

It is true that a certain amount of arbitrary and reflexive rebelliousness is always expected to season the social soup of Greece. It's everywhere and nowhere. It can be deceptively low key and it can put a profound burden on lives at the same time. It's not just expected or customary, it an invisible cloak of inevitability. At least it usually has a funny side and this gives it this sweet-sour aftertaste.

On this note, I was silently bemused with a half-dropped mouth when I heard the coffee shop girl refusing to serve us and hastily closing down shop. "There will be riots" she said rushing back in. Ok, we're in Athens, but why today? There was a protest against the new anti-smoking law apparently. That's the truth; honestly. By arriving at the battlefield I still had not made up my mind about the seriousness of the affair, and had barely uttered a few words. My mouth was still droopy. But all became clear on the spot. It turned out that a lazy reggae-funk party was on the cards and the smoke was not from the police's canisters. As our curiosity weaned immediately we moved on and we looked for some other riots. We were duped!