Check out this trailer:
It's an original multimedia experimental documentary made about Greece in the winter of 2010-2011. For now you can visit their site theprism.tv to see the 27 little stories they will slowly put up before turning them into a proper documentary later in the year. Don't worry, there are english subtitles!
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Monday, 30 May 2011
Gathering in front of the Parliament
Sunday evening I was in Syntagma Square adding to the numbers of protesters taking the streets in Athens. It was the least I could do before I skip the country leaving the revolution to everyone else. So where were you? I heard that the protest gatherings on Sunday were to take part in various European countries over the economic mess and the ridiculous IMF et co directives, because let's not forget that it's not just Greece that's in trouble. How many europeans do I have on my flist? How many who are living in near bankrupt countries? I'm sure they must be lots of us.
Because my pocket camera was stolen in the break in, I went to the protest without a camera and took a couple of crappy photos with my mobile. My mobile's camera isn't thaaat bad (I have a motorola KRZR K1 by the way) but it's not great either.
I also took an even crappier video.
Thursday, 26 May 2011
Half way there
Things are moving a bit faster now. The weekend that passed I finally managed to conclude all my packing and moved my essentials to my parents house and all the rest (books -lots of them!-, kitchenware -what can I say, I cook- and furniture to storage. My sister had moved a couple of weeks earlier to an Thuseio where she's renting a room.
So yeah, I'm stuck staying with my parents in the suburbs until I finish the last of my business here and leave. My parents have got cranky with age and there's no space and privacy, but it's not for long.
In other news I got a macbook pro! Yay! Since I'm homeless and will be taking advantage of my family for the near future, I couldn't lug a desktop around. I loaned my imac to my sister who had her macbook stolen in the break in and my mother decided to give me a birthday/christmas and whatever present all rolled into one and got me a macbook!
I'm still getting used to the new screen size. Before getting it I spent weeks obsessing over size (wink wink) and if I could be satisfied with 13" or whether 15" would be better, and how I was spoiled with the 20" I was used to. (You know what I mean?) I was so obsessed with size I kept on asking my friends' opinions on the subject. It got so bad that one day over drinks I asked a male friend of mine point blank "How many inches is yours?" without prefacing that I was talking about laptop screens. I assumed he'd understand what I was talking about. He didn't. Which wasn't surprising, especially considering our previous conversation was about gay politics in Greece and our next one was his sex life. Unfortunately he didn't answer my (unintentional) question. No matter. If I really want to know, all I have to do is ask a mutual friend of ours who is the world's biggest gossip and has first hand experience.
Better go to sleep now. I spent all day tracking down official papers, and I'll be spending all day tomorrow trying to get them translated. (Anyone know what a Hague stamp is on official translations?)
So yeah, I'm stuck staying with my parents in the suburbs until I finish the last of my business here and leave. My parents have got cranky with age and there's no space and privacy, but it's not for long.
In other news I got a macbook pro! Yay! Since I'm homeless and will be taking advantage of my family for the near future, I couldn't lug a desktop around. I loaned my imac to my sister who had her macbook stolen in the break in and my mother decided to give me a birthday/christmas and whatever present all rolled into one and got me a macbook!
I'm still getting used to the new screen size. Before getting it I spent weeks obsessing over size (wink wink) and if I could be satisfied with 13" or whether 15" would be better, and how I was spoiled with the 20" I was used to. (You know what I mean?) I was so obsessed with size I kept on asking my friends' opinions on the subject. It got so bad that one day over drinks I asked a male friend of mine point blank "How many inches is yours?" without prefacing that I was talking about laptop screens. I assumed he'd understand what I was talking about. He didn't. Which wasn't surprising, especially considering our previous conversation was about gay politics in Greece and our next one was his sex life. Unfortunately he didn't answer my (unintentional) question. No matter. If I really want to know, all I have to do is ask a mutual friend of ours who is the world's biggest gossip and has first hand experience.
Better go to sleep now. I spent all day tracking down official papers, and I'll be spending all day tomorrow trying to get them translated. (Anyone know what a Hague stamp is on official translations?)
Saturday, 14 May 2011
Flying apart
It's been a while. I have been busy and depressed and preoccupied.
I'm busy packing my life into boxes to be put into storage, because for the foreseeable future I will be homeless, and most probably unemployed, dependent on the charity of family. *sigh* In between packing and getting rid of stuff I have also been trying to get my papers, attestations, tax forms, social security and all that other paraphernalia in order. It's not easy.
I find it hard concentrating at the moment. I'm too preoccupied by all the things I have to put in order so I can leave the country and I'm still too stressed by the break in. And well, Athens has degenerated into chaos once more. We've had protest marches, riots, police brutality, murders lately. The other day I went to the center for some business and I had to run through a big cloud of teargas to get into the metro station at Suntagma Square. Really heavy duty teargas, the stuff that stings and chokes.
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I just had a call from a friend to tell me her father's in hospital. I'm very close with her whole family, so I really should organise myself to get over there and see them.
I'm busy packing my life into boxes to be put into storage, because for the foreseeable future I will be homeless, and most probably unemployed, dependent on the charity of family. *sigh* In between packing and getting rid of stuff I have also been trying to get my papers, attestations, tax forms, social security and all that other paraphernalia in order. It's not easy.
I find it hard concentrating at the moment. I'm too preoccupied by all the things I have to put in order so I can leave the country and I'm still too stressed by the break in. And well, Athens has degenerated into chaos once more. We've had protest marches, riots, police brutality, murders lately. The other day I went to the center for some business and I had to run through a big cloud of teargas to get into the metro station at Suntagma Square. Really heavy duty teargas, the stuff that stings and chokes.
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I just had a call from a friend to tell me her father's in hospital. I'm very close with her whole family, so I really should organise myself to get over there and see them.
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