Ciao out there, people of this beautiful summer earth!
Sup? Waiting for Indrakis return from the Greeks or totally forgotten me?
This is my last month in my project. Aaah, thank you for the wake up call dear universe! August said I should pack my stuff, go and move on to other worlds and other life forms.
So as I woke up from dreams that made me smile I decided to follow August. Why not, I am so in between, so without and with so much, so full of everything and still hungry. I should go for it and yes, I will. August leads me, where we will arrive we will see.
If I am afraid? Are you? Do you ever had the feeling to shiver and sweat at the same time? A kind of life fever that hit you and you are just afraid to get sane again? Yes. You should get it every day, it's the best medicine, they say. It makes you tired though, but the sleep you get is real. Your body rests, your mind wanders and in the morning you feel you have seen far more possibilities than with your eyes open.
Last week I got my greek driving diploma and as I was holding it in my hands I wondered: how much more is possible?
What can I do, what am I really able to realize? What are WE able to do if we put ourselves and our energy together? This is just a little step. A paper that permits me some kind of freedom on roads yet more directing me than I direct them; but for the nineteen year old I am it's quite a step forward.
The very bureaucratic way of living and working and controlling people is also a Greek phenomenon, no doubt. Yes, it's a lot and I think it's just about to get more.
When I went to the office where I was supposed to get my diploma they asked me (in Greek English) about some Greek papers I didn't have and actually never possessed, never knew about.
They simply told me to come back with those (which?) papers. The guy in the mint green shirt with the word 'superiority' on it (true) let me feel stupid, helpless and uncomfortable. But it wasn't just his shirt.
Why do people in seemingly higher positions let you feel like you have to kneel down and give everything and more? I couldn't understand the situation. I should just get my diploma and be able to leave.
My beloved boss and helper went with me the next day to speak Greek with them and get some clear answers. What did the office want?
They told him. A permission that I am allowed to stay in Greece. They couldn't find anything in my passport because, well, it's simply the European Union! A U n i o n of European countries! And the truth is: I am a European volunteer! Although nearly nobody in Greece knows about EVS.
So that was the problem. And what was the solution? We left the office, without my diploma, me very upset and shocked. Hope and the wind when I sat behind my boss on the motorbike as we drove back home let my tears disappear.
Every bureaucratic act or rule inherits some kind of logic, I figured later. Some people who are not citizens of the EU try to get the driving license in a EU country in order to get the citizenship of the EU. Means: The driving diploma is a legal document of (EU) identification.
Greece wants to protect its citizens and introduces strict laws. For Greeks and of course also for Non-greeks. And especially, I thought, for a little German in Greece (doing something that Greeks do not understand yet) without permission.
It was a struggle indeed and without the great help of my boss I maybe would be... don't think about it. I finally do have my small Greek driving diploma; it's pink and makes me happy! Now I will ask to get the German papers/ German version when I will be in Berlin (Sept. the 13th, it's official beenies and bobsies!) or maybe do the International directly. I will see. Yeah, there is a lot to see. We should just close our eyes more often.
The photo (with diploma) shows pretty much what I was doing the last week (besides worrying about my diploma). Sitting at our neat balcony and looking either onto the sea or into my book. It was kinda windy so I wasn't in the mood for going down to the beach. I know I am somewhat stupid... some people would go no matter which weather is, but yeah, sorry, I couldn't. Laziness and wind let me stay sto spiti mas.
I know that I will regret it when it will be winter in Canada and I won't have no sea at all! Maybe I will just have a pool full of chlorine pipi water in the world's second largest shopping mall. Probably.
Miki (housemate) told me there is some chemical indicator that reacts in the water and shows if somebody peed into the pool. Yellow will turn into a deep blue and others will be warned, the pool guard sees it and then charges an incredible fee, Miki enthusiastically explained.
So far, that's how things are in Hungary. I never heard about it before but now I somehow feel safer. The french word 'piscine' surely has its reason...
So I sat at the balcony listening to John Legend singing only for me (like always) and I finished the book my boyfriend sent to me! So beautiful, thank you honey, soooo beautiful...
Nicole was on her On-Arrival Seminar in Athens (sauna city) though i think she hardly got out of Divani five star hotel where it took place. Athens simply too hot and dry and Divani simply too air-conditioned and... shall I start again? Awesome food, comfy rooms, super white bathrooms, breathtaking view, cool location, fantastic everything, tutto bene. Ah, and fun atmosphere with other volunteers of course!
Lisa, the new volunteer coming on Tuesday called me and asked me about sea urchins. Yes, dear Lisa, they are somewhere out there. You will see and maybe feel too, but I hope you'll just see them when we go diving all together. Aah, summer... New fresh volunteers are on their way and I am leaving. I have to make room for the babies, I understand. That's the circle of life.
Last night we went out to Karfas with some Greek people and yes, I had my second car. Timoni, zoni kai gasi ola kala, piso kai brosta, oxi problema. So don't worry! I was just driving at two km/h in a totally functioning shiny polished Hyundai on a lonesome parking lot with three ready-to-help life guards in the car and it was fine, I got some applause for not killing anybody (not even the engine).
Yo, I like driving. Car my friend.
O Romeo, Alfa Romeo... (I am listening to Portishead right now, this loungy song from the car tv ad, very cool.) I would like to drive this car. I would like to, yes, a lot, but well, make some money first and practice on other cars before I get myself the Alfa of the Alfas (which is not quite a funky beetle but a smooth Romeo).
Listening to Placebo at night or Portishead, empty streets, black cats, stars and you are driving away, far, far away... I lost myself and can't explain. God crocodile, I will leave! And arrive! And then start from 1 and go 100.
Life is strange and so beautiful.