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Aug 28 2011

Trivial Pursuit

Some people can draw. Others can sing. And then there’re those others that can come up with questions even in the most hopeless, obvious and non-requiring-questions situations. Those people will never be left without a job.

Last week, Theo, Georgia and I left Corfu, where we had spent a few days, to come down to Athens. On the bus for three hours at the time, and with six more hours to go, my aunt called to check up on me. “How is everything, have you left Corfu”? “Yes, we are on our way down, we have six hours left, so I should be in Athens around 11pm”. “That’s good, so we’ll talk tomorrow, after you’ve settled in the flat and everything”. I promised her I’d call to check in the next day and hung up.

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Aug 12 2011

The Munsters

What I find interesting is that the majority of people are afraid of being alone and feel safe when staying close to their families, but at the same time they become needier and more insecure after spending time with relatives and strong and comfortable when they stay away from them for extended periods of time. So, what exactly is it that makes people feel safe around relatives in the first place? And at what point does this change and we move onto the dangerous side? When do families switch from comforting and warm, to intimidating and spooky?

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Jun 22 2011

Don’t call me baby

How on earth did we find ourselves here again? Don’t we ever learn?…

This morning I had to find it in me to attend a friend’s piano performance. Not wanting to leave my cool flat and expose myself to this unbearable heat, I wore my lightest dress, put on my sunglasses to hide my miserable and bored-of-life face, and left the house together with my one and only friend: My big bottle of ice-cold water. When I arrived there, I did my best to act like there was nowhere else I wanted to be: ‘Hey, Christian!’, I said enthusiastically as I approached my friend. He immediately stopped me from hugging him using his hand, and smiled to the people around, awkwardly. ‘Hi, hi, good to see you made it. Listen, don’t start going around introducing yourself to people, hugging them, kissing them etc, ok? This is a serious music recital, these people are not here to join your comedy club, this not something to laugh about, this is art, ok’?

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Jun 14 2011

Faith no more

If a person has reached a certain age (anything older than five), then you should be able to trust that some things can go without saying. Right?

A few weeks now in Athens, a few weeks around the family, and we’re back to square one. ‘I’ll quickly park the car here and pop out to get a coffee’, my aunt said this morning, as she pulled over. Being really warm in the car, I asked her whether it would be ok if I got off for a while to get some fresh air. ‘I’ll go and sit under that tree in the shade until you come back; it’s way too hot in here’. She looked at me puzzled. ‘Yeah, fine, but you need to close the door behind you when you do’. I thought about it for a few seconds, trying to find the secret meaning of that phrase, but there wasn’t one. ‘Yes of course I will, it goes without saying’. She shook her head, a bit unsure. ‘I don’t know’… ‘What don’t you know? That I can think as far as closing the door and locking it behind me, when I leave the car’? She got off and walked away: ‘I’ve seen a lot in my life, I don’t know what to expect anymore’…

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May 30 2011

The curious case of Benjamin Button

I’ve got news for you: Even if you ever managed to get that sexy girl on the cover of the magazine, you would still in time turn her into a boring and mother-like figure that looks after you, so better just leave her on that magazine, where she looks better and is definitely having more fun.

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May 16 2011

I know what you did last summer

If you know, then why am I telling you?

This morning I was talking to Theo about something that was obviously not interesting enough for him. Fair enough, it wasn’t even very interesting to me, but I kept trying to maintain a conversation, so that we wouldn’t sit in absolute silence. But as his eyes slowly got lost looking at something else, I stopped talking for a few seconds, wanting to check whether he was at least hearing me. Turns out he wasn’t. ‘Ground control to Major Tom’? He nodded, having shut me out completely. ‘I know, I know’… ‘Do you?’, I insisted. He gave me a few more nods: ‘Yeah, I couldn’t agree more’. Being bothered by it, I asked him to tell me what I had said that he so much agreed on. ‘I heard you! I was listening’. ‘So then you can tell me. What was I saying’? He paused, trying to take himself back, to the most recent memory of me talking. ‘You said that you got annoyed by that comment that your friend made under your picture on Facebook’? I smiled, realising how bigger than I actually thought the problem really was. ‘I said that half an hour ago, Theo’. He looked around him, looking for the fire exit. ‘Oh… Didn’t you repeat it though, again, a bit later? I’m sure you did’…

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May 11 2011

The Fast and the Furious

Can you at least pretend to be in a hurry?…

This morning Theo and I got caught in a crazy rain, and as it always happens when the thunderstorm comes, I was wearing a white top, that became completely see-through in no time. Theo, wearing his blue t-shirt, and not having breasts he needed to hide, underneath, was cool about the whole thing, and kept trying to chat with me on our upcoming summer plans: ‘We could go for a month to Greece and split our time between my island and yours. And then go for a bit to see Lara in Mallorca, perhaps? I don’t know, go to London and visit Eleni? I don’t know, what do you think’?…

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May 02 2011

Behind every annoying man there is an annoying woman

If you really want to make a difference, if you really want to change the world, then you’ve got to think big: How about becoming the first person ever that liked your son’s or brother’s girlfriend? Or, if you want to take it to extremes, how about becoming that first man that stands up for his girlfriend?

This morning I went to the usual Sunday’s outdoor market at Santa Croce, where I met a friend at the strawberries and cream stand. Both having bought our cups with strawberries, we sat on the steps of the church to eat them together. ‘I can’t be bothered with Mario anymore… I’m gonna finish it’, she said and I realised that just like that I had found myself in yet another break-up talk. ‘Why? What happened’? She shrugged and had a couple of strawberries. ‘The usual. What always happens. His family hates me’. I smiled, knowing exactly what she was talking about. ‘Let me guess. The mom and sister? And somehow the dad thinks you’re great’? She nodded. ‘Yep, same old story’… I thought about it for a second and then I decided it was too predictable to even let it surprise me. ‘Aren’t they tired of it? All these years, all these generations, aren’t they sick of sounding exactly the same’? She finished her strawberries. ‘Nope’. I accepted it, seeing she had proof. ‘And what does Mario say’? She tried to stop herself from laughing. ‘Eh… Nothing’?

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Apr 28 2011

Your lovin’ don’t pay my bills

Money doesn’t bring happiness… Yeah, right.

Today I had a Skype conversation with one of my best friends where we let it all out, regarding the difficult money situation, and what it meant specifically in our cases. She told me about all the things she had been obliged to give up on, due to the lack of money. Her long drives to the countryside, visits to her boyfriend in the weekends, nights at the cinema, concerts and dinners at nice restaurants. When my turn came, I told her all about having had to cut down on my dancing, ice-creams, theatre visits and flights back home. ‘So what are you gonna do for the summer? Aren’t you gonna go on a holiday or something? Won’t you go back to Greece’? I told her that it didn’t look very likely, and that family and holidays weren’t part of the plan this year. She paused for a few seconds, thinking about it, and then she sighed. ‘And they say that money doesn’t bring happiness’…

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Apr 27 2011

Oral fixation

Why is it that every time you lend someone your pen, you get it back half-eaten?

This morning I went to an art exhibition with a friend. We wandered around the different rooms and studied the paintings, chatted amongst ourselves and then ended up in the gallery’s gift shop browsing through the books, the postcards, and the merchandise. My friend decided he’d buy the exhibition book, and he paid for it using his card. When he was given a copy of the receipt back to sign, he took out his pen and wrote his name at the bottom of the slip. ‘Wow, your pen looks like it’s been through quite the ordeal…’, I commented, noticing his half-destroyed pen. He nodded, not wanting to talk about it. ‘Yeah, I know… I had just bought it, brand new, expensive pen, and a guy from my course asked to borrow it for an exam one morning. When I got it back two hours later, it was like this. He had eaten the whole back of it’! I shook my head, really annoyed by that story. ‘Please tell me you killed him’… He gave me a bitter smile. ‘No… For some reason I felt like I didn’t have the right to say anything. Even when I commented on it to my girlfriend, she said that I was exaggerating, and that these were small things, that I shouldn’t let bother me’.

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