It was an ordinary day in the lab, an unpleasant one, since I was In the Lab, and one of the hottest days of July the last days of July. I was sitting on a stool, mixturing some liquids in a small tube. In order to avoid any unforgivable mistake, I had blocked out every distraction, the chattering people, the music from the radio, the boss asking various information needed to be answered. Everything was but a blur, I was just counting every μl and memorizing each ingredient I've used, so that the steps would be imprinted in my memory, long enough to transcribe them to a piece of paper, at the end of the experiment, for future evaluation.
But memory works in mysterious ways. No one knows which memory, information, or whatever, is stored in the brain, patiently waiting for the moment that it will be retrieved. No one knows what is hidden deep into the labyrinth of myriads of synapses between an equal amount of neurons. How all that information is being organized, archived, does any kind of indexing exists, that will facilitate the immediate and specific extraction of long forgotten information? Or, rather, there is no organization, everything is in chaos, so that enormous amount of data could be stored in that gelatinous part of our bodies called brain.
I had blocked out everything, but just the smallest distraction could blow everything in the air. So, when a colleague of mine opened one of those advertising handkerchiefs used for cleaning up our hands after a meal, a soft ,but not so delicate, lemon aroma diffused into the lab. It was not the first time that I had smelled that aroma, as those handkerchiefs are common.
For some reason at that particular moment and within a relative small amount of time every function ceased, I blacked out and my brain filled with all the data that had been unlocked from that aroma. My mind was filled with images, smells, feelings, sounds, of a past time. Every sense was alive but inside my brain. It was as if for just a few seconds there was nothing else. As time was not and past and present was one.
In the center of this experience was the soft delicate lemon aroma derived from those big dark semi-transparent bottles filled with hand-made lemon aroma.
Sunday evening, probably during the winter, cause I was having finishing a hot bath. Wrapped in a big-towel following barefoot my mother, who is carrying into her arms my brother, to the sofa to dry us. My father watching the news. Since it is Sunday and the day after we have to go to school, we need to be shiny to wear fresh clothes, for the first day of the week. I am still attending the first classes of junior. While we are still covered with our towels (my brother covered with the towel he had inherited from me, the one with a small hood with some patching on it, making it look like an animal's head) steaming from the hot watter, she would probably trimming our nails, dry and brush our hair.
Then I know that she will stand up and headed for the kitchen and I will wait there patiently for that big bottle. She would open the cabinet door beneath the kitchen. There are always two big bottles, among other things in that cabinet, but I can never recall the aroma of the second bottle. It is as that second bottle was sealed, never meant to be opened. So, she returns to find us still waiting patiently. As soon as she removes the lid, she sealed the opening of the bottle with her palm and inverting it so that sufficient amount of cologne would soak her hand.
And as she removes her hand from the opening of the bottleneck, the lemon aroma is feeling my lungs and my senses...
and I exhale into the lab those memories from the past.
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Friday, July 25, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Nightmare - Terrifying Bed-Time-Stories
How many of you have seen a frightening nightmare? One that will wake you up in anguish, heavy breathing, rapid beating heart and so on? Do you recall that dream, even if you had experienced it years ago?
I once though that that kind of reaction existed only in movies. I had experienced terrifying dreams and still do, but never managed to wake me up, so much for heavy breathing, and the ones I could remember were practically a remake of past experiences, usually ones that exited me, in the negative way. I had my share of hideous monsters, with claws as big as my fingers, etc, running after me, to end my life by strangling me, but it was the sheets that tangled around my neck that was threatening my well being. Experiences of falling, after the first 50 I got used of them and realized that it is a reaction to the relaxation of the muscles, or falling from the bed, for various reasons!!! And other ones too common also.
But...
It was years ago that I got that weird dream, one that when I describe it to other people they find it quite weird but not at all frightening, that got me full awake, standing on my bed sweating heavy breathing, a dream that the reminding of it kept me awake. For no apparent reasons.
Since it has been more than a decade I cannot recollect if I was drinking that night, had an overwhelming dinner, a rough day or any other experience that could produce such a nightmare. When I was a little boy no nightmare could mess up with my sleep, even when watching those Friday night horror movies.
Also, from what I am reading it's stated that our dreams lack of colors, all we see is shades of gray.
But...
I recall red in my sleep, if that is possible. The only color that dominated the dream.
It started as a journey into a forest, a person (that one should be me) dressed in red holding a messengers-bag, accompanied by my huge-ugly-drooling BUT trusted friend the Bear, he looks more than a vigilant than a good person, but in the story he is a good person, or so I believe!!! We are hight-spirited, singing as we walk and so on. Times goes by, if time exists in dreams at all, when we stumble across the Wolf.
Now that one is familiar, it cries out for Little Red Riding Hood.
So the Wolf character steps in front of me blocking my way. He is one great gentlemen, all suited up, nice talking and so on, but his honey-dripping talk is threatening in some manner. I cannot make out what he is saying, but his chattering implies of danger.
The Bear enters in front of me blocking the wolf from coming closer and gets scary, his foolish attitude is gone and now by looking straight at the eyes of the Wolf he warns him to withdraw and let me be. The warning, although I cannot here it, is starting to develop an atmosphere of anxiety, the forthcoming event seems appalling. The Wolf with all his sweet talk he backs-off and disappears into the bushes.
In a few moments our spirit is restored and we continue to fool around, the Bear has transformed again to that hideous creature but a fool one, more innocent than a infant. But the Wolf never give up. He reappears in front of starting his sweet-talk (you know like those salesmen that get really kind and gentle, not because they truly are, rather cause that it is the only way to approach the customer and "force" him to consume). The Bear transforms once more, blocks his way and for a second time he warns him to stay away. He also warns him of not trying to approach me for a third time cause the Bear will be different and not so soft on the Wolf. And again by the implication of the warning the atmosphere changes.
So for a second time we continue our carefree walk as if nothing has happened.
But...
The Wolf appears for a third time trying once more his sweet-talk on me...
...
...the Wolf was informed but he ignored the warnings of the Bear, as if the Wolf was looking forward for the Bear to do what he was about to do. As if I was insignificant in that play and the only thing that matters was the Bear's reaction.
The Bear transforms once more, but this time in something different, there is no shape, it is peculiar but still not frightening. It seems that the Bear engulfs the Wolf...
...before the Bear with enormous fists start pounding hard the Wolf. The Wolf isn't even trying to defend himself, only stares in apathy those fists hitting him hard...
...there is nothing supernatural about it, is real, it feels as a street fight, but only one part of the contestants fights, it is RAW, bones against meat...
...and then...
...then once more color, red splatters everything... slowly starts to accumulate...I try to stop the Bear from harming the Wolf...the Bear ignores me...
...red...
...and I'm awake, bathing in my own sweat, heavy-speeding-breathing, heart pounding-like-a-sledge-hammer, the taste of the dream still in my mind.
I never could figure out what was about this dream that frightened me so much.
Since then I never had a similar dream. Real life is still more terrifying than any fictional monster...
I once though that that kind of reaction existed only in movies. I had experienced terrifying dreams and still do, but never managed to wake me up, so much for heavy breathing, and the ones I could remember were practically a remake of past experiences, usually ones that exited me, in the negative way. I had my share of hideous monsters, with claws as big as my fingers, etc, running after me, to end my life by strangling me, but it was the sheets that tangled around my neck that was threatening my well being. Experiences of falling, after the first 50 I got used of them and realized that it is a reaction to the relaxation of the muscles, or falling from the bed, for various reasons!!! And other ones too common also.
But...
It was years ago that I got that weird dream, one that when I describe it to other people they find it quite weird but not at all frightening, that got me full awake, standing on my bed sweating heavy breathing, a dream that the reminding of it kept me awake. For no apparent reasons.
Since it has been more than a decade I cannot recollect if I was drinking that night, had an overwhelming dinner, a rough day or any other experience that could produce such a nightmare. When I was a little boy no nightmare could mess up with my sleep, even when watching those Friday night horror movies.
Also, from what I am reading it's stated that our dreams lack of colors, all we see is shades of gray.
But...
I recall red in my sleep, if that is possible. The only color that dominated the dream.
It started as a journey into a forest, a person (that one should be me) dressed in red holding a messengers-bag, accompanied by my huge-ugly-drooling BUT trusted friend the Bear, he looks more than a vigilant than a good person, but in the story he is a good person, or so I believe!!! We are hight-spirited, singing as we walk and so on. Times goes by, if time exists in dreams at all, when we stumble across the Wolf.
Now that one is familiar, it cries out for Little Red Riding Hood.
So the Wolf character steps in front of me blocking my way. He is one great gentlemen, all suited up, nice talking and so on, but his honey-dripping talk is threatening in some manner. I cannot make out what he is saying, but his chattering implies of danger.
The Bear enters in front of me blocking the wolf from coming closer and gets scary, his foolish attitude is gone and now by looking straight at the eyes of the Wolf he warns him to withdraw and let me be. The warning, although I cannot here it, is starting to develop an atmosphere of anxiety, the forthcoming event seems appalling. The Wolf with all his sweet talk he backs-off and disappears into the bushes.
In a few moments our spirit is restored and we continue to fool around, the Bear has transformed again to that hideous creature but a fool one, more innocent than a infant. But the Wolf never give up. He reappears in front of starting his sweet-talk (you know like those salesmen that get really kind and gentle, not because they truly are, rather cause that it is the only way to approach the customer and "force" him to consume). The Bear transforms once more, blocks his way and for a second time he warns him to stay away. He also warns him of not trying to approach me for a third time cause the Bear will be different and not so soft on the Wolf. And again by the implication of the warning the atmosphere changes.
So for a second time we continue our carefree walk as if nothing has happened.
But...
The Wolf appears for a third time trying once more his sweet-talk on me...
...
...the Wolf was informed but he ignored the warnings of the Bear, as if the Wolf was looking forward for the Bear to do what he was about to do. As if I was insignificant in that play and the only thing that matters was the Bear's reaction.
The Bear transforms once more, but this time in something different, there is no shape, it is peculiar but still not frightening. It seems that the Bear engulfs the Wolf...
...before the Bear with enormous fists start pounding hard the Wolf. The Wolf isn't even trying to defend himself, only stares in apathy those fists hitting him hard...
...there is nothing supernatural about it, is real, it feels as a street fight, but only one part of the contestants fights, it is RAW, bones against meat...
...and then...
...then once more color, red splatters everything... slowly starts to accumulate...I try to stop the Bear from harming the Wolf...the Bear ignores me...
...red...
...and I'm awake, bathing in my own sweat, heavy-speeding-breathing, heart pounding-like-a-sledge-hammer, the taste of the dream still in my mind.
I never could figure out what was about this dream that frightened me so much.
Since then I never had a similar dream. Real life is still more terrifying than any fictional monster...
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Darkness
For more than four days the workers from the public electric service (our friends call us ΔΕΗ-"dae") are on strike (if I'm not mistaken they still are and as of Wednesday it was announced that their efforts will keep up in greater magnitude). Everyday at noon, for a duration of three hours the area I live in was experiencing scheduled power outages (blackout). But, on Saturday the 8th, the ones that are in charge of the scheduled electricity losses, changed their minds. They rescheduled the whole schedule (!), for our amusement.
As it was scheduled, at that Saturday noon we experienced electricity loss, but not for long, in fact it lasted a whole minute, or so, nice. Say goodbye to my microwave, may it rest in peace in the micro-appliances heaven (I won't write about that). One of the major points is that in the official site there is a complete lack of information about Saturday. No scheduled blackouts, nothing. We had a good Sunday, but Monday, clean Monday, even if the news report reassured the clients, me for example, that there will be no blackout, it strike at two o' clock P.M. and lasted for about 2 hours (that's not the story I want to tell either, so, I won't get in any further details).
Saturday is the day that "dae", instead of providing us an enjoyable quiet noon (you have no idea how much noise is being produced from electric appliances, constantly working 24 hours a day, inside your own house, I won't mention the noise from outside), spending it in my back yard, staring at my garden (no exotic women next door to spy on), drinking a chilled frappe, reading one of my books (and that's life, since my current state could be described as unemployed, I can relax a little bit longer, well not to long cause I have a thesis to finish), we had one of those ordinary noisy beautiful shiny days.
That was one disappointment, but still I could place my vinyls on the turnable and rock the neighborhoud. Not too loud, do not want to disturb them, only to entertain them, and "who's afraid of the big bad Monk" is an excellent choice, and "Blue Train" lines up.
But, "dae" never meant to hurt my feelings, so to my surprise, we experienced a late afternoon blackout. Unexpectedly, the room filled with shadows, colors disappeared and neutral grey filled everything. By the time I finished unplugging the electric appliances, darkness surrounded me. Not absolute though, since in a city as Athens light is everywhere.
I opened the lid of my laptop and shiny bluish light blinded me. I found a couple of candles light them up and silence filled the room. Static was the only sound I could hear, the hissing from the candles and the bells responding to the wind. Blackouts during the noon when the sun is illuminating this side of the earth might be OK, but after sunset blackouts are almost horrible. My first thought after the realization of the situation was "now what?" what is for me to do without light, without electricity during the night? In an empty house, but for the candles. I sat back and stared the malformed shadows on the wall, dancing to the rhythm of the candles. Stand up, open the dark refrigerator (now this is an odd image, since we are used to the light of the refrigerator as the sole light source in a dark kitchen), find a bottle of wine open it up, pure some in a short glass of wine, resumed my previous state and continued to stare at the dancing shadows.
I tried to think of the time before electricity, what normal people did, every night. Only one thing came to my mind, sleeping. Finishing their dinner under the candle's light, a few hours after the sunset, after the end of their day-jobs, chattering a little bit about the events of the day, cleaning up the left overs from the dinner, taking care of children, if any, and after that straight for theirs beds.
The day will start once more as soon as the first sun-ray break-through the vastness of darkness.
Electricity was restored and I got up, opened my Desktop PC and did what I did.
For the modern human blackouts are nothing more than waiting time, waiting till electricity will be restored so that we continue to do what people were doing hundreds of years ago without the existence of electricity. Trying to spend their free time. Others will sit back in the sofa, changing the channels of TV programs with the remote, others will listen to music, surf the internet, read the newspaper or read a book, talk to their friends and be occupied with other wonderful activities of our everyday life.
P.S. If any mistake, failure to comprehend or misspellings is caused by another blackout, an hour ago, again without notice and by all means out of schedule, actually I'm starting to believe that there is no schedule.
P.S. Lord praise the UPS!!!
That was one disappointment, but still I could place my vinyls on the turnable and rock the neighborhoud. Not too loud, do not want to disturb them, only to entertain them, and "who's afraid of the big bad Monk" is an excellent choice, and "Blue Train" lines up.
But, "dae" never meant to hurt my feelings, so to my surprise, we experienced a late afternoon blackout. Unexpectedly, the room filled with shadows, colors disappeared and neutral grey filled everything. By the time I finished unplugging the electric appliances, darkness surrounded me. Not absolute though, since in a city as Athens light is everywhere.
I opened the lid of my laptop and shiny bluish light blinded me. I found a couple of candles light them up and silence filled the room. Static was the only sound I could hear, the hissing from the candles and the bells responding to the wind. Blackouts during the noon when the sun is illuminating this side of the earth might be OK, but after sunset blackouts are almost horrible. My first thought after the realization of the situation was "now what?" what is for me to do without light, without electricity during the night? In an empty house, but for the candles. I sat back and stared the malformed shadows on the wall, dancing to the rhythm of the candles. Stand up, open the dark refrigerator (now this is an odd image, since we are used to the light of the refrigerator as the sole light source in a dark kitchen), find a bottle of wine open it up, pure some in a short glass of wine, resumed my previous state and continued to stare at the dancing shadows.
I tried to think of the time before electricity, what normal people did, every night. Only one thing came to my mind, sleeping. Finishing their dinner under the candle's light, a few hours after the sunset, after the end of their day-jobs, chattering a little bit about the events of the day, cleaning up the left overs from the dinner, taking care of children, if any, and after that straight for theirs beds.
The day will start once more as soon as the first sun-ray break-through the vastness of darkness.
Electricity was restored and I got up, opened my Desktop PC and did what I did.
For the modern human blackouts are nothing more than waiting time, waiting till electricity will be restored so that we continue to do what people were doing hundreds of years ago without the existence of electricity. Trying to spend their free time. Others will sit back in the sofa, changing the channels of TV programs with the remote, others will listen to music, surf the internet, read the newspaper or read a book, talk to their friends and be occupied with other wonderful activities of our everyday life.
P.S. If any mistake, failure to comprehend or misspellings is caused by another blackout, an hour ago, again without notice and by all means out of schedule, actually I'm starting to believe that there is no schedule.
P.S. Lord praise the UPS!!!
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
eArtHQuakE
For your information and only, Sunday's earthquake was strong enough to wake me up, even all the way down here in Crete.
It was one of a horrible Sunday.
I had a really good plan.
It would started with dozing in my bed till 10:00 in the morning and latter on reading the news, spend time listening to music and reading a little bit...and so on.
But the sailor-mates who woke up at about 6:30, they needed to wear the official uniform, the one that also SAILOR MOON characters wear, to participate in the Sunday's ceremony (present arms and so on), and had the bright idea to wake me up by turning on those horrible lights of the dorm had it coming...
...and you know how rude I am when waking up like this...
...well...you know, I think that a was f@$k and As#$%e them for nearly 30min...
maybe this is a new record
and then there was the earthquake. The bed was swinging like a ping-pong ball in the middle of a game, and the old building was threating our peaceful living with collapsing.
I think that it was the first time that I did nothing, I just woke up, wished a "good morning" to the earthquake as I had done with the guys earlier and stood up and went to take a leak(!!!???)...
It was one of a horrible Sunday.
I had a really good plan.
It would started with dozing in my bed till 10:00 in the morning and latter on reading the news, spend time listening to music and reading a little bit...and so on.
But the sailor-mates who woke up at about 6:30, they needed to wear the official uniform, the one that also SAILOR MOON characters wear, to participate in the Sunday's ceremony (present arms and so on), and had the bright idea to wake me up by turning on those horrible lights of the dorm had it coming...
...and you know how rude I am when waking up like this...
...well...you know, I think that a was f@$k and As#$%e them for nearly 30min...
maybe this is a new record
and then there was the earthquake. The bed was swinging like a ping-pong ball in the middle of a game, and the old building was threating our peaceful living with collapsing.
I think that it was the first time that I did nothing, I just woke up, wished a "good morning" to the earthquake as I had done with the guys earlier and stood up and went to take a leak(!!!???)...
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Days Going By
Even if I haven't slept well
I'm always looking forward for the few hours
I'll be out of that miserable place,
in order to ease my mind to cope with
the attitude of some people, who test the "red thin line" of my nerves, disturbing my inner peace (OK there is not such a thing, but anyway)
My hung-out-place is a cafe by the beach
called small coffee shop (μικρό καφέ). Not too crowded, not too isolated.
A freddo espresso, a bottle of water, the seventh tale from
the "tales of the malazan book of the fallen" by Steven Ericson"
and the mp3player playing for hours.
By the sea, as calm as I want to be. The cigarette never tasted
better, and smoke swarm out of my mouth hiding the unwanted.
(not the gorgeous lady at the far end).
How long has it been? Two full weeks
and still there is this feeling in my guts when I'm in that place.
And I don't think it has to do with the "being there"
rather than with the being with people I haven't choose.
People I either find boring or swallow,
or completely irritating.
With enormous complexes waiting to get "old" so they will do what the want!!!
So even for a few hours, while I'm alone at that cafe
listening to something I chose To, something I chose to,
reading, and be swallowed by the vast world of Steven Ericson,
I find peace...momentary.
And I feel even better, my skin crawls, a sweet chill travels through my spine,
as the night unfolds over the stormy sea of Chania, listening to Cinematic's Orchestra, To Build A Home, their first song from theirs latest album, My Fleur.
Chania 15/10/07
I'm always looking forward for the few hours
I'll be out of that miserable place,
in order to ease my mind to cope with
the attitude of some people, who test the "red thin line" of my nerves, disturbing my inner peace (OK there is not such a thing, but anyway)
My hung-out-place is a cafe by the beach
called small coffee shop (μικρό καφέ). Not too crowded, not too isolated.
A freddo espresso, a bottle of water, the seventh tale from
the "tales of the malazan book of the fallen" by Steven Ericson"
and the mp3player playing for hours.
By the sea, as calm as I want to be. The cigarette never tasted
better, and smoke swarm out of my mouth hiding the unwanted.
(not the gorgeous lady at the far end).
How long has it been? Two full weeks
and still there is this feeling in my guts when I'm in that place.
And I don't think it has to do with the "being there"
rather than with the being with people I haven't choose.
People I either find boring or swallow,
or completely irritating.
With enormous complexes waiting to get "old" so they will do what the want!!!
So even for a few hours, while I'm alone at that cafe
listening to something I chose To, something I chose to,
reading, and be swallowed by the vast world of Steven Ericson,
I find peace...momentary.
And I feel even better, my skin crawls, a sweet chill travels through my spine,
as the night unfolds over the stormy sea of Chania, listening to Cinematic's Orchestra, To Build A Home, their first song from theirs latest album, My Fleur.
Chania 15/10/07
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
It's been almost a month since i've written anything
I will start by saying this...
What the F#@$
Well for starters, since Friday, 20 July 2007 I'm facing a great opportunity. The one that WILL lead me where I never, ever have settled my feet before (and hopefully never to settle myself there ever again). This GREAT PLACE, this GREAT opportunity has a name:
ARMY
It will grand me the valor, the discipline, the heroism that was missing in my life (and then by grabbing the +4 dragonslayer sword, you'll be the hero of sword coast, not to mention the advance in the constitution stats). And all this glory, in no more than 2 weeks...
BUT...those are oooooold news
Actually by the blessing of mother country and of course taking advance of the great opportunity called elections, a great guy managed to get me into the NAVY (at 28 of August). But there is this constant feeling, that it's the same but not so intense anymore, I got when I was about to join the "ground forces", expecting the unexpected, getting my self in a new "environment" without the faintest clue of how it really is. You hear a lot, you get thousand of advices but then again you still thinking "WHAT I AM DOING?". The biggest problem is the restriction of choices, offered by this "wonderful new world", that gives me the creeps. I mean it's not a job, it's not for fun, it's not for mother nation, it's not for learning to withstand any threat, to be prepared for a new world, it's not about passing to maturity or learning the way of the warrior, the discipline. Then what it is about?
When I get over with it I will inform you.
So waiting for the day...
Enough of that.
P.S.(23-08-07): The WORST part is that there isn't a gorgeous woman around to comfort me...and not just that!!!
Also it is really hot.
I'm starting to act like my father, taking care of the garden, which gives me great pleasure, watching movies of every kind and reading. I do spent like 30 min to 1 hr trying to finish this publication, but it's not gonna happen if I'm spending soooooooo much time with it!
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Short Story Of a Desperate Moment/famous lines
I'm sitting in front of my PC and I'm trying to set up my UBUNTU Feisty (Ver.7.4) drinking my chilled frape (avec axcent agouce? please correct me). The same frape I prepared 10 minutes ago, or so. But with great anxiety I had come across the reality of missing ice-cubes.
My dear brother (probably soon-to-be-dead-by-my-own-hands for his intolerant actions) had visited my freezer (also my sister has a part in this extreme situation), removed and used every single ice-cube I had and left the ice-cube container empty and out of the freezer (not that it would have made any difference if it was empty inside the freezer, he could still have been starting a controversial conversation with radishes).
So, happy in my ignorance, I prepared my world famous frape. A short moment latter my good mood disappeared like a planet under the gravitation effect of a black hole, and in GREAT horror as soon as I was indulging my mind to a chilled frape, I realized the ugly truth, and it was as hard as a meteorite's impact on earth. I was left with a warm substitution of my world famous frape, with no ice-cubes to ease my thirst.
After 10 min (present time) I'm writing those lines with a cup of chilled frape happy and content with myself and my everlasting ability to face boldly any challenge and deal successfully with them...So the moral lesson for today is:
My dear brother (probably soon-to-be-dead-by-my-own-hands for his intolerant actions) had visited my freezer (also my sister has a part in this extreme situation), removed and used every single ice-cube I had and left the ice-cube container empty and out of the freezer (not that it would have made any difference if it was empty inside the freezer, he could still have been starting a controversial conversation with radishes).
So, happy in my ignorance, I prepared my world famous frape. A short moment latter my good mood disappeared like a planet under the gravitation effect of a black hole, and in GREAT horror as soon as I was indulging my mind to a chilled frape, I realized the ugly truth, and it was as hard as a meteorite's impact on earth. I was left with a warm substitution of my world famous frape, with no ice-cubes to ease my thirst.
"The battle was lost but not the war"After I took a few deep breaths, inhale-exhale, breath with me, slow down my heart beats, ate a chocolate bar, rationality come back to me and I postponed my plans for world annihilation, which I regret it now. My thoughts were faster than a speeding bullet, faster than light itself. And without further delay I placed my coffee into the freezer.
After 10 min (present time) I'm writing those lines with a cup of chilled frape happy and content with myself and my everlasting ability to face boldly any challenge and deal successfully with them...So the moral lesson for today is:
"World Annihilation can always wait a few more days"
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Army
I've been informed that till further notice I will have to be presented to the army at November.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Le temps de moussons
Bombay, Thursday 14 of July 2007
To my beloved friends
It's been a while since I wrote to you, but the fact is that this is the worst season of all.
Here in Central India, time goes by slowly.
Actually, weather does not allow us for any unnecessary movement so this is why everything seems to slow down. The humidity is above 60% and rain is a common phenomenon. A blessing to be more exact since the atmosphere looses tension allowing us to breath. Ever heard of the expression "soaked to the bone"? It feels every day like this.
Global warming effects seems to apply to our country too and people fear for worst times since the season of moussons is far away, but it feels like it.
Tea do make us feel better and works as a stimulant to let us perform the necessary actions for any trivial task that otherwise would seem impossible. But it is not easy to shake the feeling of dizziness and hypotonia. Only children seems to be unaffected during this season. It seems as children are unaffected by any weather, theirs mothers do not have the strenght to yell at them, they only try to sophronize them by calling them once, by their names. and this allows them to scream louder since there is no particular effort from anyone to restain them
...even the animals act in a easy-going manner, the birds do not chatter, the dogs do not bark, quiet is the world around me, apart from those god damned car horns and the children.
Times like this I do envy you for being under the healthy Mediterranean weather, even if draught is a major problem. But since my work demands from me to stay here I have to bear with it and give every day the best out of me. I want to finish with it as soon as possible to return back to our family. But every time a new obstacle arises from nowhere to stand in my way, as if a force greater than my powers dictates my staying in this country. I do not now if I can take it any longer, but I have to be patient, I have to finish it so that all those years of hard work to let us live a better life. I hope that you are better in Greece, under the glorious sun that I miss so much.
My love to all.
To my beloved friends
It's been a while since I wrote to you, but the fact is that this is the worst season of all.
Here in Central India, time goes by slowly.
Actually, weather does not allow us for any unnecessary movement so this is why everything seems to slow down. The humidity is above 60% and rain is a common phenomenon. A blessing to be more exact since the atmosphere looses tension allowing us to breath. Ever heard of the expression "soaked to the bone"? It feels every day like this.
Global warming effects seems to apply to our country too and people fear for worst times since the season of moussons is far away, but it feels like it.
Tea do make us feel better and works as a stimulant to let us perform the necessary actions for any trivial task that otherwise would seem impossible. But it is not easy to shake the feeling of dizziness and hypotonia. Only children seems to be unaffected during this season. It seems as children are unaffected by any weather, theirs mothers do not have the strenght to yell at them, they only try to sophronize them by calling them once, by their names. and this allows them to scream louder since there is no particular effort from anyone to restain them
...even the animals act in a easy-going manner, the birds do not chatter, the dogs do not bark, quiet is the world around me, apart from those god damned car horns and the children.
Times like this I do envy you for being under the healthy Mediterranean weather, even if draught is a major problem. But since my work demands from me to stay here I have to bear with it and give every day the best out of me. I want to finish with it as soon as possible to return back to our family. But every time a new obstacle arises from nowhere to stand in my way, as if a force greater than my powers dictates my staying in this country. I do not now if I can take it any longer, but I have to be patient, I have to finish it so that all those years of hard work to let us live a better life. I hope that you are better in Greece, under the glorious sun that I miss so much.
My love to all.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Nafplio (and a new way to write)
Well, once in the
constant repetition
of the same play,
the roles have to be reassigned,
the story should get out
of the ordinary
to get you
going on and on.
Otherwise, days will be the same,
people will look alike
and even your actions
will seem meaningless.
So, what better than small vacations?
a weekend to a different place
doesn't matter that you are
with the same faces
even better makes the journey
more relaxed. and provides you
with the freedom to be
alone
and enjoy things that matter.
Yes, I really enjoyed previous weekend
For me was a chance to get
away from everything.
Cause I find myself
building up anger towards
those that seems to be
against my way of living.
Nafplio was great, relaxed, easy going
and the company, without demands.
I had the chance to swim,
my first, and the second
for this year. But be aware.
Even at this period sun is a killer.
Hopefully
more chances will rise up.
We haven't been to Palamidi
the castle were Kolokotronis was
imprisoned, in a dark cell,
almost leaving him blind,
as the myth (history)
tell us. We didn't even
had the chance to
"climb" all 999 stairs to the top
but walking in the
narrow alleys was relaxing.
People were nice and it appeared
that they really cared about
the old city. To be proper and beautifull.
I've been there before, when I
was young, like 10-12, so I do not remember
anything. Maybe a feeling of those stairs.
Also, as for Acrocorinth
(the castle at the old Corinth up in the mountain)
Palamidi was beautifully illuminated.
I would like to attend to this spectacle
in a less luminated area. But,
nothing is perfect.
The gate build by Italians
(from Venice-citizents anyway,
different country back then)
with their symbol of the lion
carved at the walls, was fearsome.
Also I liked the way modern hotels or houses
fit to the scenery, being one with
the old, an example for the rest.
The sea at Karathona was quite warm
for the season, and the contradiction
with the warm and humid
weather was rejuvenated.
I do not know how Nafplio
is during high season
but this time of year it felt great.
By the way the house we were
staying, was so isolated,
surrounded by orange blossom trees,
and palms
that felt like being alone, as in a monastery.
And the company was great.
I enjoyed the talk we had Saturday night
just before we go down-town.
We attended
Eurovision at the "plaza" of the old town.
I think that there was
not a single song i could
enjoy.
The bad thing is the high secutity prison
and the "agrarian" prison, is so close
to new Nafplio, in a populated area.
Why don't prisons in an isolated area
like Imia? This will be prison in a
higher meaning. No escape.
P.S. The reason for writing like this raised after reading this and this article, that correspond to the efforts of liveink, a company, or something like that that did some research on how people read. They concluded that the eye sees only a spherical portion of a text and focuses on the surrounding area. So as long as a text is formed in succession of lines of no more than 30 characters it would be easier to read.
So what do you think?
constant repetition
of the same play,
the roles have to be reassigned,
the story should get out
of the ordinary
to get you
going on and on.
Otherwise, days will be the same,
people will look alike
and even your actions
will seem meaningless.
So, what better than small vacations?
a weekend to a different place
doesn't matter that you are
with the same faces
even better makes the journey
more relaxed. and provides you
with the freedom to be
alone
and enjoy things that matter.
Yes, I really enjoyed previous weekend
For me was a chance to get
away from everything.
Cause I find myself
building up anger towards
those that seems to be
against my way of living.
Nafplio was great, relaxed, easy going
and the company, without demands.
I had the chance to swim,
my first, and the second
for this year. But be aware.
Even at this period sun is a killer.
Hopefully
more chances will rise up.
We haven't been to Palamidi
the castle were Kolokotronis was
imprisoned, in a dark cell,
almost leaving him blind,
as the myth (history)
tell us. We didn't even
had the chance to
"climb" all 999 stairs to the top
but walking in the
narrow alleys was relaxing.
People were nice and it appeared
that they really cared about
the old city. To be proper and beautifull.
I've been there before, when I
was young, like 10-12, so I do not remember
anything. Maybe a feeling of those stairs.
Also, as for Acrocorinth
(the castle at the old Corinth up in the mountain)
Palamidi was beautifully illuminated.
I would like to attend to this spectacle
in a less luminated area. But,
nothing is perfect.
The gate build by Italians
(from Venice-citizents anyway,
different country back then)
with their symbol of the lion
carved at the walls, was fearsome.
Also I liked the way modern hotels or houses
fit to the scenery, being one with
the old, an example for the rest.
The sea at Karathona was quite warm
for the season, and the contradiction
with the warm and humid
weather was rejuvenated.
I do not know how Nafplio
is during high season
but this time of year it felt great.
By the way the house we were
staying, was so isolated,
surrounded by orange blossom trees,
and palms
that felt like being alone, as in a monastery.
And the company was great.
I enjoyed the talk we had Saturday night
just before we go down-town.
We attended
Eurovision at the "plaza" of the old town.
I think that there was
not a single song i could
enjoy.
The bad thing is the high secutity prison
and the "agrarian" prison, is so close
to new Nafplio, in a populated area.
Why don't prisons in an isolated area
like Imia? This will be prison in a
higher meaning. No escape.
P.S. The reason for writing like this raised after reading this and this article, that correspond to the efforts of liveink, a company, or something like that that did some research on how people read. They concluded that the eye sees only a spherical portion of a text and focuses on the surrounding area. So as long as a text is formed in succession of lines of no more than 30 characters it would be easier to read.
So what do you think?
Friday, May 11, 2007
Army, phd, job
Is it possible to accomplish all those things in one stroke? Well seems impossible but...if you find the right connections and also the timming is right, it could happen, we'll see soon enough...
But I have to run like all hell is after me. If time and luck is on my side.
[UPDATE] seems like time is not on my side, I think that I will join the army during November, so I will loose time after all. An I do not think that there is a way to serve Mother Greece, on August. pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
But I have to run like all hell is after me. If time and luck is on my side.
[UPDATE] seems like time is not on my side, I think that I will join the army during November, so I will loose time after all. An I do not think that there is a way to serve Mother Greece, on August. pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
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