those little things

walking downtown.

pathsion, mithimnis, tritis septemvriou,

with nothing better to do.

bliss. 

gran's house with a view

born in Athens in 1921. 
married in Athens in 1948.
still lives in athens.
and this is one of the reasons she loves it.

falling for athens. the beginning.

Symphony in round, Omonia Square

Nikitas Randos

 Round, round he’s turning

Scarlingly on the roundabout

Round, round they’re turning

Scaringly on the roundabout.

Thousands of kinds of people

Machines in different shapes

Slowly, slowly they’re turning round

The lame, the blind and the aged,

The cart with the half-dead mule

The yellow tram, keepsake of a Belgium firm

Slowly, slowly, she’s turning round

The streetwalking whore

And the eighteen-years old gay

And behind the boy

The discharged lieutenant

Here in two victorious wars

And one-time gorilla in Smyrna

Slowly, slowly it’s turning round

The child that would rather play the truant

And the unemployed who’s waiting for a job from somewhere

…

And the recorder on the gramophone

Slowly plays an old tango

(Translated by A. Stathi-Schoorel)

born in a city i learned to love.

a city i later hated.

a city which slowly unfolds herself to me.

let's get reintroduced.