Athens. Five years later…

So, here I am – in my old rented apartment in the middle of Athens, hiding from the midday heat as the heat wave has arrived with a vengeance. Someone is having their apartment renovated and the whiny sound of the drill brings forth some less-than-pleasant memories of a dentist’s office. There’s no air conditioning here, but the high ceilings and thick walls keep the temperature down – my building was built three years before the Second World War, way before air conditioning found its way here.

Even the nightly blasts of Molotow-cocktails have calmed down. It’s almost strange how easily one gets used to them.

Exarchia is quiet now – most of the students have already left for summer holidays, the ones still here will leave after their exams are done. Even the nightly blasts of Molotow-cocktails have calmed down. It’s almost strange how easily one gets…