The world may have f**ked up, but also recovered
quickly and did a miraculous job at being on my side. You, on the other hand,
just f***ed up.
Who’s to blame?
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Greece always brings ambiguous feelings for me. Just
like John Bon Jovi said `You promised me heaven, you put me through Hell`as
[Hellas is Greece in Greek, you see]. Because no matter how many times I will
go there, how many things I will try and how much hope I will bring, it will
still manage to make at least part of the experience bitter. It’s like we have
this love/hate relationship, where Greece really loves me, spoiling me with the
frappes and suvlakis and sun&sand&sea, but at the same time it will
give, oh I don’t know, an allergic reaction to the salty water, or something.
It sometimes makes me wonder – is Greece running the
casino at the end of the world, maybe? Or is Greece is sitting there at the
poker table? I never thought to ask..
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Overall, it was a good week. It was sunny and hot, with
lots of sun and lazy times to read a book, endless hours watching the stars and
the people and the waves, amazingly delicious foods and drinks, good friends,
real hugs and smiles that warm you up inside.
It’s been 10 years and we both have really grown and
changed a lot and went through a lot and met lots of people and experienced
countless unforgettable memories. You are not the same person you were in that
summer course and I am far from that lost naïve, just started travelling
creature with a mask of Stephanie, but looking back now I totally get why that little
girl fell for you, husband.
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Just before I left for Greece I found out that Blue
Foundation was playing in Copenhagen. Turns out, half the band is Danish, I did
not know that. All I knew was a few songs, but some of them were tied really
closely to me that I could not NOT go there and listen to them.
There was way too much of electronics for my taste, but
at least I got to listen to the sound I was craving for. It may have not healed
my soul, but if definitely washed some of my cynicism away.
Maybe not all is lost? Maybe I am not a lost cause?
I’m really trying. I am.
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