I am easily shocked.
The twin of the zone, they are expected.
Harden But I am very difficult to scare.
In the last thirty -five years, to understand, I have just been frightened only three times.
I list them:
* In ’91when I went with my girlfriend Antigone afternoon Avan Premier in the ‘Inteal’ memory and we saw the “Silence of the Lambs”.
I returned home three in the morning and I couldn’t sleep until the sun came out, so I was upset by everything that was playing on the cloth.
From the deepest darkness of those who took place on the cloth.
* Nearly ten years later, in 2000, I lost my father.
I went into a taxi and went to Trikala where due to local tradition he had been overnight and his pile was waiting for me in the living room.
I leaned to kiss him and it was cold.
That I didn’t leave with him, only God knows it …
* And the thirdby his Hunter Thompsonfrom whom else?
In an irrelevant text for the presidential Bush’s presidential duel with Michael Doukakis, where he talks, talks, talks about the chances of the election of each candidate and for the electoral process and at some point in the irrelevant, in the relaxation he completely throws three words:
There is no pulse.
And do you think of my madness, fucking, how to survive this truth?
How;
Hunter was the one that fucking me, as usual, to write about the Ten years since the referendum of 5o July 2015along with a whole page in the “Kathimerini” of last Sunday. Where he promised readers and readers “Special Edition 64 Pages” on June 29th for the completion of the decade, with “the backstage of the most dramatic moment of the opposition and the footprint he left in the political life of the country”.
Plus-documents “three protagonists of the crisis” by Francois Hollande, Wolfgang Schoeble and Jack Liu.
Sorry, is it not to respond to this challenge?
Can it leave you unmoved and unmoved?
Can you not deposit two words beyond and over paperwork and tigers and mice of the offices who do nothing from the true anxiety of a place for life?
It doesn’t, thank Dionysus and I continue!
Return, for accuracy, to Referendum of 5o Julyin the last collective pulse of Greek society.
At the latest event of that rebel spirit that Karaiskakis once and for a while in his response to Mahmut Pasha:
“You’re writing me a boujourdi, you say to worship. I too, my pasha, I asked my own Putzon and he responded to me not to worship you.”
You read it and you can’t admire the bravery, the daily, the deceit in front of an enemy almost overwhelming.
The courage and audacitywho once took this country from four hundred years of darkness and brought it close to light.
In hope.
In hope for another Greece, Greece that will bring the language to the davids inside and outside the borders and not the sad anecdotal Greece 2.0.
Her The last pulse was the July 5 referendumher last pulse is something you hear and feel a terror so deep and overwhelming that your breath is cut.
We came, we saw, we won. Heads in.