Kavala-Thessaloniki-New Orleans-Geneva-New York-Galway=water!
more and more I realize I cannot live away from water...
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Κωνσταντινούπολη-Πόλη των πόθων
For those who do not speak Greek, the title of the post means Istanbul-City of Lusts!
this is the title of the new book of Giannis Xanthoulis, a Greek writer with origins from Istanbul, decorated with pictures of Ara Guler, a well known Turkish photographer...
For the worshippers of this City, a tea at his Cafe in Peran, opposite to Galatasaray Lycee is a must!
I always wanted to live in that City for some time, to stroll around, enjoy the smell of bahars, rediscover who I am...European, Anatolian, Greek, Balkan....
ένα χαρμάνι as my great-grandmam would say...
today my heart and mind is there...wondering whether I threw away the chance to enter the Gates of Istanbul as Loreena McKennitt sings...
Friday, November 28, 2008
Everybody hurts....
how can someone describe the feeling of loss?
it's like an open wound....and open wounds are the worst, as I heard somewhere..
you think you are cured and then suddenly you realize that you need more time...the feeling of loss is back....
it's like an open wound....and open wounds are the worst, as I heard somewhere..
you think you are cured and then suddenly you realize that you need more time...the feeling of loss is back....
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Not everybody is used to these frequencies...
Last night I had one of the most interesting music experiences!
I went to an experimental Scandinavian-Japanese jazz concert!When we entered the place we were given a pair of earplugs cause as the sign said..not everybody is used to those frequencies!
Between lots of laughing since one friend was a jazz virgin and we thought that after that she would never go to a jazz concert again, the night was simply the definition of globalisation:
a Canadian, an Irish and a Greek having dinner in a Spanish restaurant, going to a unique concert in Ireland!!!!!!!!!!
This morning my dad called me to listen to a Greek radio show...it was an interesting conversation among 3 Greek intellectuals on globalisation, economic crisis,environmental degradation, social justice!
then I read an article on the new movie of Theo Angelopoulos, the Dust of Time, the second movie of a trilogy covering the last 50 years of Greek history via the life of one woman Eleni, who is looking for the absolute love...
Lately I'm very pessimist about my country, I feel I don't belong there...nothing seems to work..
but this morning I felt that things happen...simply not everyone is used to these frequencies... http://www.mimisandroulakis.gr/
http://www.theoangelopoulos.com/
http://www.agp.gr
http://www,galwayjazzfestival.com
I went to an experimental Scandinavian-Japanese jazz concert!When we entered the place we were given a pair of earplugs cause as the sign said..not everybody is used to those frequencies!
Between lots of laughing since one friend was a jazz virgin and we thought that after that she would never go to a jazz concert again, the night was simply the definition of globalisation:
a Canadian, an Irish and a Greek having dinner in a Spanish restaurant, going to a unique concert in Ireland!!!!!!!!!!
This morning my dad called me to listen to a Greek radio show...it was an interesting conversation among 3 Greek intellectuals on globalisation, economic crisis,environmental degradation, social justice!
then I read an article on the new movie of Theo Angelopoulos, the Dust of Time, the second movie of a trilogy covering the last 50 years of Greek history via the life of one woman Eleni, who is looking for the absolute love...
Lately I'm very pessimist about my country, I feel I don't belong there...nothing seems to work..
but this morning I felt that things happen...simply not everyone is used to these frequencies... http://www.mimisandroulakis.gr/
http://www.theoangelopoulos.com/
http://www.agp.gr
http://www,galwayjazzfestival.com
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Leonard Cohen-Suzanne
This morning I came across the last book with poetry of Leonard Cohen, the Book of longing.
my mind went back to early 80's when in our house there was always music of Theodorakis, Cohen,Xilouris, books of Nazim Hikmet,Papandreou while during elections my parents and their friends spent nights drinking, smoking and dreaming of a just society..
there is a nostalgia for this period which was a period of hope and anxiety..still have memories with my mam in Athens, in a tram when she made a joke about a right wing politician and I told her...shhhhhhhh mam they will listen to us!!!!!!!!!! and when the first socialist government was elected I remember her jumping in her jeans and t-shirt with a cigarette, kissing me...
of course they were very soon disappointed as every idealist..but they never changed..they still believe in social justice, I still find nice music when I go back home and discover magic books, enjoy conversations on participatory democracy and combat of poverty...
wrote this post while listening to Suzanne of Leonard Cohen..one of the first songs I ever heard as a child...
my mind went back to early 80's when in our house there was always music of Theodorakis, Cohen,Xilouris, books of Nazim Hikmet,Papandreou while during elections my parents and their friends spent nights drinking, smoking and dreaming of a just society..
there is a nostalgia for this period which was a period of hope and anxiety..still have memories with my mam in Athens, in a tram when she made a joke about a right wing politician and I told her...shhhhhhhh mam they will listen to us!!!!!!!!!! and when the first socialist government was elected I remember her jumping in her jeans and t-shirt with a cigarette, kissing me...
of course they were very soon disappointed as every idealist..but they never changed..they still believe in social justice, I still find nice music when I go back home and discover magic books, enjoy conversations on participatory democracy and combat of poverty...
wrote this post while listening to Suzanne of Leonard Cohen..one of the first songs I ever heard as a child...
In a manner of speaking
Hadn't paid attention to the lyrics of this song until this morning..
"In a Manner of speaking, I just want to say,That I could never forget the way You told me everythingBy saying nothingIn a manner of speakingI don't understand How love in silence becomes reprimand But the way that i feel about you Is beyond words
Oh give me the words, Give me the words, That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words,Give me the words, That tell me everything
In a manner of speaking Semantics won't do, In this life that we live we only make do,And the way that we feel, Might have to be sacrified, So in a manner of speaking I just want to say, That just like you I should find a wayTo tell you everything By saying nothing.
Oh give me the words, Give me the words,That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words, Give me the words,That tell me everything
Oh give me the words, Give me the words, That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the wordsGive me the wordsThat tell me everything"
"In a Manner of speaking, I just want to say,That I could never forget the way You told me everythingBy saying nothingIn a manner of speakingI don't understand How love in silence becomes reprimand But the way that i feel about you Is beyond words
Oh give me the words, Give me the words, That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words,Give me the words, That tell me everything
In a manner of speaking Semantics won't do, In this life that we live we only make do,And the way that we feel, Might have to be sacrified, So in a manner of speaking I just want to say, That just like you I should find a wayTo tell you everything By saying nothing.
Oh give me the words, Give me the words,That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words, Give me the words,That tell me everything
Oh give me the words, Give me the words, That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the wordsGive me the wordsThat tell me everything"
We are human beings as well...apart from prisoners
5.ooo detainees in Greek prisons on hunger strike...and the society sleeps....
Monday, November 17, 2008
Tα όνειρα των εραστών δε σβήνουν......
35 years today after the Polytechnic uprising in Athens...and 7.000 policemen are going to guard the march which will end up like every year in front of the American embassy, protesting about their role in our junta....
I'm in the Hague together with a Mexican friend, who used to wear a t-shirt depicted the tank which entered the university in Mexico city in 1968...
Last week the prosecution of the polytechnic massacre by the junta was mentioned as the most successful example of transitional justice...
35 years later we don't know how many people were killed that night...
their demands though for bread, education and freedom are more relevant than ever....cause as the Greek song says the dreams of lovers do not die....
I'm in the Hague together with a Mexican friend, who used to wear a t-shirt depicted the tank which entered the university in Mexico city in 1968...
Last week the prosecution of the polytechnic massacre by the junta was mentioned as the most successful example of transitional justice...
35 years later we don't know how many people were killed that night...
their demands though for bread, education and freedom are more relevant than ever....cause as the Greek song says the dreams of lovers do not die....
Saturday, November 15, 2008
what if the rice and the liquid is not balanced?
The last 4 days I was in Leuven participating in a course on Transitional Justice in Europe.
Apart from the interesting content of the course, I met old friends and obtained new ones from the corner of the world I come from....southeast Europe...a unique region...
when we discussed Cyprus I was surprised to read that the Annan plan aimed to promote a dispassionate dialogue between greek and turkish cypriots... contrary to that our contribution in the course was nothing but passionate, full of life, worries and hope...
the previous night we went for dinner to a restaurant where the chef invited all of us in the kitchen to see how the Valencian paella was created...and among other things he said:"the rice and the liquid have to be balanced in order to achieve a good taste"!
Like every relationship I thought and maybe shouted...but what if the rice and the liquid cannot be balanced no matter how hard you try? how do you deal with the feeling of bitterness?
I don't know....I gave a warm hug to all of them and when I said we'll meet soon...I meant it!
To Olga, Ayla, Rana, Michalis, Ugur, Sandra, Eldar......
Apart from the interesting content of the course, I met old friends and obtained new ones from the corner of the world I come from....southeast Europe...a unique region...
when we discussed Cyprus I was surprised to read that the Annan plan aimed to promote a dispassionate dialogue between greek and turkish cypriots... contrary to that our contribution in the course was nothing but passionate, full of life, worries and hope...
the previous night we went for dinner to a restaurant where the chef invited all of us in the kitchen to see how the Valencian paella was created...and among other things he said:"the rice and the liquid have to be balanced in order to achieve a good taste"!
Like every relationship I thought and maybe shouted...but what if the rice and the liquid cannot be balanced no matter how hard you try? how do you deal with the feeling of bitterness?
I don't know....I gave a warm hug to all of them and when I said we'll meet soon...I meant it!
To Olga, Ayla, Rana, Michalis, Ugur, Sandra, Eldar......
Monday, November 10, 2008
X Generation and romantic cynicism
Due to Obama-mania I read about the baby-boomers and the X generation.
I realized that I belong in this generation..people born between 1961-1981...
somehow I always felt that my generation was the one missing big things and felt jealous of the baby boomers or the Y generation( 1981-2001) or the Z generation( 2001-....)
We missed the 60s and 70s and we grew up in the boring 80s whereas we had to try hard to get adjusted to the technological orgasm of 90s...
Contrary to all that, in the era we live the X generation can bring changes as Obama promised..we have a balanced sense of ideology and practice.We believe in dreams but we know the limits of reality..we are cynical in a romantic way....
I realized that I belong in this generation..people born between 1961-1981...
somehow I always felt that my generation was the one missing big things and felt jealous of the baby boomers or the Y generation( 1981-2001) or the Z generation( 2001-....)
We missed the 60s and 70s and we grew up in the boring 80s whereas we had to try hard to get adjusted to the technological orgasm of 90s...
Contrary to all that, in the era we live the X generation can bring changes as Obama promised..we have a balanced sense of ideology and practice.We believe in dreams but we know the limits of reality..we are cynical in a romantic way....
Sunday, November 9, 2008
zouzou
my cat's name is zouzou.they say that animals take the personality of their owners..I don't know about that....but Kiki calls me wild cat!
Zouzou is very independent,stubborn and lovable to the extent she wanna be...today she achieved sth with all her persistence and she gave me a valuable lesson...she reminded me that no matter what I'm a wild cat...mostly independent, ready to take risks...stronger than I think....
Great expectations
Everybody wrote about Obama's victory and I'm not an exception.
This morning reading newspaper drinking coffee, I came across some really inspiring articles about the whole world's expectations on the new American president.
we do have high expectations that the Change he prom iced will take place very fast and influence our lives...we need a change either big or small.
But what if these expectations are not fulfilled?it's like all the other expectations we have in life and we get disappointed when our dreams not come true about a friendship, a love, a job...
lately I think a lot about how to strengthen myself against unfulfilled expectations...my conclusion is that you simply accept the fact you are human and human beings are not perfect...you live your passions, feel sad, happy, disappointed but mostly alive!!!!!!!!!and then somehow you move on...cause c'est la vie....
This morning reading newspaper drinking coffee, I came across some really inspiring articles about the whole world's expectations on the new American president.
we do have high expectations that the Change he prom iced will take place very fast and influence our lives...we need a change either big or small.
But what if these expectations are not fulfilled?it's like all the other expectations we have in life and we get disappointed when our dreams not come true about a friendship, a love, a job...
lately I think a lot about how to strengthen myself against unfulfilled expectations...my conclusion is that you simply accept the fact you are human and human beings are not perfect...you live your passions, feel sad, happy, disappointed but mostly alive!!!!!!!!!and then somehow you move on...cause c'est la vie....
Sunday, November 2, 2008
"You are an Almodovar movie ........I can watch you indefinitely"!
A couple of hours ago I wrote that my favorite color is grey and wondered whether it was an act of compromise or maturity.
When it comes to love cannot be grey...has to be either white or black...
A coconut and an avocado decided not to be grey anymore in a moment of maturity..but they will remain purple, my other favorite color....for ever!
the end of an era...the beginning of thirties while the radiohead sing I don't wanna be your friend, I just wanna be your lover..no matter how it ends..no matter how it starts!
being a socialist
my dad called me this morning to ask since when being a socialist is an offence?
couldn't stop smiling....for the person who used to say democracy starts from your house Maria....
http://www.socialistinternational.org/
couldn't stop smiling....for the person who used to say democracy starts from your house Maria....
http://www.socialistinternational.org/
Grey Color
7 am on Sunday morning, working listening to radio...
work beyond any imagination...color of the sea:soft grey the color I adore together with purple....
I was always black or white in my life...lately I'm grey,act of compromise or simply maturity?
work beyond any imagination...color of the sea:soft grey the color I adore together with purple....
I was always black or white in my life...lately I'm grey,act of compromise or simply maturity?
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Τacones Lejanos
This morning I read an interesting article about the high heels and its symbolism..my first Almodovar movie was the High Heels, it was the same period I reacted to everything Kiki proposed...like honey stop wearing flat shoes!Be a woman! Years later she asks me,honey how can you walk every day with high heels????????
Christian Louboutin announced that his new shoe will be 20 cm high!
The doctors react but women do everything in order to feel sexier and more powerful!Interesting times for post modern feminists!!!!!!!!
Froyd said that the shoe symbolized the vagina and the high heel shoe is a vagina with a penis together....
I don't know about that, I definitely feel though the mystification that a nice pair of high heels carries...
Devoted to Kiki-mum who felt hopeless with me in my early twenties....
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