Everything here is grey and brown. With these two colours dominating its skyline, Athens
emphasises a stout attachment to its glorious history. There are no green spaces, no parks,
no jobs, no hope. The intense blue of the Mediterranean sea, the same sea that bestowed
riches and culture upon us, has been excluded from the city, considered just an appendix to
it. It is not truly Athens, it’s the Piraeus, even if the latter is evidently just one part
of the city. Everything in Athens becomes difficult to achieve, even the easiest tasks are
permeated with the grey and brown veil that hangs over the city. Everything is a struggle
and it’s all the Athenians’ fault. We are not a European but a Balkan capital.
We haven’t had a Renaissance or a cultural movement that has propelled us into modernity. We are still the people of Byzantium with a few Balkan traits. From the time of the Parthenon to the introduction of the Euro nothing has changed a bit. Athenian society is rich and there is much solidarity but that’s all. Services don’t work, the health system is a black hole, the mafia controls the entertainment business and the education sector is nonsensical: why bother studying when there are no future opportunities? We are now observing a grass root movement as young people try to get more involved, feeling that there is no other way to get by. We have reached breaking point and if the people’s rage continues to be suppressed you can bet it will eventually explode far more violently.