Gold sand dunes expanding through the cedar forest
My home: a huge ancient tree, offering shade from dawn till dusk
Seashells, weird stones, turquoise waters, wind and wooden art
Multigrain bread sticks with homemade honey, a fruit, a weird lady offering homemade pancakes for free to everybody-going from tree to tree
Philosophical conversations with Akis and his dog
Tomatoes and almonds
Iokasti:Flirtatious eyes and her feather tattoo
Giving away drawings to anyone
No photos this time
No camera can capture this light, these colors, this energy.
Reading Lucretius: De Rerum Natura (Epicurean philosophy)
Changing skin color. Day by day, becoming a lizard
Walking towards the hidden beach
Unexpected meeting, in the middle of nowhere, with Athina, her strange perfume and her two dogs
She looks like a witch, a seductive sorceress.
I wonder if she is Calypso
Finding the hidden beach
Getting lost on the way back
A slight panic attack
Not enough water, temperature at 41 degrees celsius
Pranayama under a tree
Finally, finding the right path
Athina’s perfume leading the way back (she is, definitely, a sorceress)
Kiriakos and his, unbelievable, hospitality and help
Pure offerings, expecting nothing in return
Well guess what…I love you for, just, that
My brother, sharing secrets of the island
He chose a drawing entitled the keepers of the key
What a weird place, he chose to be!
A wild, primitive beach full of people who don’t really speak
Most of them sit under the same tree
A huge tree in the middle of this tiny beach.
Energy rising, feeling weird being surrounded by strange people and scenery
Yet I feel I am home
I don’t want to go back to my tree.
It is getting crowder, day by day, by people who wear swimming suits – I despise them (not the people but the swimming suits)
I shouldn’t have camped at the first beach
I should have been here since the beginning
Next summer for sure
I found my fellow ghosts
Two personal rituals: one with fire, the other one, with water
Dreaming under the stars
Nikos, the Ashtanga yoga teacher, offering free classes on the beach, early in the morning
A broken tooth
A few scars on my back, from tree branches I wasn’t aware they were, even, there ..ouch!
A burnt skin. Sun is powerful
Nevertheless, I am not moving, not going anywhere.
Sea salt all over the body
Walking in silence
Walking with company
Walking towards the nearest canteen to buy bottles of water
Finding my Spanish neighbor, offering me some green tea.
But seriously you guys,who own the canteen… 4.50 euros, for a fruit salad and 6 euro for a veggie pasta plate in the middle of nowhere, is like taking advantage of the whole situation here. So no thank you. I ll pass
(I am fucking hungry most of the time)
At least water is reasonably priced.
Drinking gin and laughing with Andreas and Elena
Running out of supplies
Having enough money just for my return trip to Athens
How many days/weeks have passed?
Fuck it. Time is irrelevant
No one knows what tomorrow might bring. Not even five minutes ahead, you cannot really plan.
But here I am immortal. The inconceivable power of Now.
Universe has been kind. It fulfilled my emptiness.
Return to Athens
What a monstrous city!
I can see it clearly now.
Too many buildings, too many people, too much noise.
Banks. Queuing at the atm, queuing at the bus stop, queuing at the supermarkets, queuing for paying bills, queuing at the gas stations
Consumers not citizens
Frustration, anxiety, fear. Insecurity, capital controls, media propaganda, oligarchy, protesters of any kind for any reason whatsoever
Politics, economics. Bankruptcy, debt, unemployment, disappointment
Endless, pointless talks about the terror that the referendum had caused in greece and the whole European Union (although, this is not a Union at all.This is a joke, in it’s best case scenario, and a political and economic mafia, in its worst)
How ironic is to fear one of the most democratic direct actions i.e. a referendum?
I must leave immediately, before I turn into a robot or a zombie
Yes, I prefer the ghost, please
Next stop: kimolos island
Visiting my alter ego. She rents a lovely house with a balcony and a nice view
I might find a seasonal job here as well. You never know
A few chickens and a roost
A donkey with terrible singing potential
Lizards of all sizes and colors
Never have I met such friendlier islanders before
Offering you water melons from their garden
Tomatoes from their garden
Cucumbers from their garden
Green beans from their garden
Traditional local goat cheese
A heavenly place for hitch-hiking
Finding naturalist-friendly beaches
Walking through the main village is like a scene taken out of a fairy tale
Getting lost in those tiny alleys leading to the castle and the ruined wind mills
Cats. Cats. Cats. They are EVERYWHERE!
Horrible, rare, internet connections. Yet after a few weeks I can now use the interweb
A second broken tooth (blame the crisis for not visiting the dentist)
It is so easy to blame everyone and everything else but you
Fuck. I must immediately pay a visit to the dentist
Friends are visiting the island
Good for them
Reading Jostein Gaarder: SofiesVerden. Quite fascinating
Practicing yoga now and then (I must find my rhythm again)
There is a saying: you realize that you had a wonderful time in your holidays/travels, when you feel happy and most of all, ready, to go back home. Returning to your loved ones, fulfilled, happy and grateful for all the things you have experienced
Nop. This is not the case here. I must be having a terrible time, then, as I don’t feel ready, yet, to return to the city
Will I ever be?
That ‘s it for now. I am going hunting
Job hunting, that is, and then for a swim
Well to be honest I think I will choose to go swimming first. Perhaps, tomorrow for job hunting
Wish me luck
A warm hug and a kiss on the forehead
To everyone out there