Someday they’ll come

This is a song I heard today, on memorial day for all schools*. I just loved it. Not only does it have very true, sad and touching lyrics. But I also first heard it sung by Nektaria, one of my schoolmates. Nektaria has the most beautiful and full-of-soul voice (I believe she will be really big someday). Listening to her always makes my whole body shiver – but this song was even more special! I liked her version much much more than the mans voice in the video (though it’s nice too), but sadly I can’t share it with you…

*I should probably tell you what this day is: on November 17th in 1973, we celebrate the demonstration of the Politexnio, a very prestigious university in Athens. It was drowned in blood, but I admit (I say admit, because usually I believe that the Greeks overdo it with their supposed heroism in past times) it was a remarkable thing to do against the dictatorship that they had back then.

Imagine thousands of people gathering on the streets, singing, shouting, protessting peacefully, while the air is thick with smoke and poisonous gassses. As hard as I try, as hard as I wish I could, I am not able to imagine something similar happen these days – at leasst not in Greece.  For something like this to happen, it takes people who think, who care. Who love their country. Who are willing to change something , to make sacrifices in order to achieve a better tomorrow.

What is left of that spirit today?  What?! As sad as it makes me to think of those lives lost because of stupid and pointless political games. It makes me even more sad to think, that if we had a dictatorship upon us right now, nobody would do anything against it.

Wrong. People would react. They would use guns and burn things down and achieve nothing. Instead everything would be worse, because there would be even more violence and even less being united!

I don’t know how it could happen or who is to blame, but it’s tragic, what society has become.

=^.^= Koneko.

What caught my eye today: it is so amusing when people on the bus wait, finger on the button, for the exact! right moment to press ste stop signal – I do it too :D



Electric Chapel (Lady Gaga)  and  Reden (Tokio Hotel)                                                                                                                                                                 are songs I like, no, love. And I do love them because they have a flair of secrecy, an intimate secret… They make me imagine dark scenes, full of shadows and figures sneaking in and out of the dimmed light…

Maniac, Fuck you (Archive) and Song to say goodbye (Placebo)                                                                                                                                             are, along with many others, songs I can never get enough from hearing. They tell stories. Stories of despair, of darkness and feelings of … being lost, abandoned, feelings of something dark, gloomy, sad. Of course, there are many many songs I like, and all for different reasons. I just wanted to share those few with you, because I’ve been listening to them lately.

And here’s some greek poetry that we did in school today. I think it’s quite nice :)                                                                                                             I tried to translate it, but since it’s poetry, the result was no good.  So let me just tell you that it is about hypocricy, and silence… 

Επιτύμβιον – Μ. Αναγνωστάκης

Πέθανες- κι έγινες και συ: ο καλός,                                                                                                                                                                                                          O λαμπρός άνθρωπος, ο οικογενειάρχης, ο πατριώτης.                                                                                                                                                  Tριάντα έξη στέφανα σε συνοδέψανε, τρεις λόγοι αντιπροέδρων,                                                                                                                                  Eφτά ψηφίσματα για τις υπέροχες υπηρεσίες που προσέφερες.

 A, ρε Λαυρέντη, εγώ που μόνο τόξερα τί κάθαρμα ήσουν,                                                                                                                                                             Tί κάλπικος παράς, μια ολόκληρη ζωή μέσα στο ψέμα                                                                                                                                                       Kοιμού εν ειρήνη, δεν θα ‘ρθώ την ησυχία σου να ταράξω.                                                                                                                                                  (Eγώ, μια ολόκληρη ζωή μες στη σιωπή θα την εξαγοράσω                                                                                                                                                      Πολύ ακριβά κι όχι με τίμημα το θλιβερό σου το σαρκίο.)                                                                                                                                                  Kοιμού εν ειρήνη. Ως ήσουν πάντα στη ζωή: ο καλός,                                                                                                                                                                    O λαμπρός άνθρωπος, ο οικογενειάρχης, ο πατριώτης.

Δε θά ‘σαι ο πρώτος ούτε δα κι ο τελευταίος.

And here’s my favorite song for today:

=^.^= Koneko.

What caught my eye today: how many people drag their feet. It evens sounds like they are lacking energy and spirit. How hard is it to pick up your feet just a tiny bit more?!

The taste of apple cores

This Friday was the first day in ages that I actually took the time to forget EVERYTHING concerning school, studying and exams. So, what did I do with this rare luxury? Well, it turned out to be … the absolutely perfect autumn day!

My best friend had invited me to pre-celebrate Halloween with her and her mum. I always love going to my best friends mum’s place, it is so … different, authentic, comfortable…harmonic there! So after getting a tour through the garden, which is completely different from my family’s garden but no less adorable, and a delicious lunch – with salad made from homegrown paprika and lettuce – we set off for the mountains, to enjoy the autumn atmosphere and nick some apples. So here are some of my impressions :)

Colors. Brown, golden, orange leaves; the sky changing from clear blue to an amazing grey; red, green and yellow apples; black and white sheep. Yellow grass and red berries and tiny white mushrooms. All made sharp and clear by the cold and fresh mountain air.

Apples, tasting like no other apple I have eaten before. So sweet, and juicy and like sunshine. I brought plenty of them home, but I doubt that they will taste exactly like yesterday.  

New experiences: for the first time I saw, collected and tasted rosehips and hawthorn berries. They are not bad, but I prefer to just look at their bright red colors. I also learnt quite a bit about recognizing Minoan ruins, since my friends mum is an archeologist who loves her job. I admire that a lot in her, as well as her humor  and her ability to notice the slightest detail in the landscape.

Muffins my best friend made when we came back, while I was reading to her and her mom from the book ‘der Geschmack von Apfelkernen’ (in English, the taste of apple cores). Talk about the perfect coincidence. In fact, the story of the book couldn’t have been more suitable for the occasion. The smell of that kitchen, like fresh apples and warm cupcakes and cappuccino chocolate, gave me the feeling of actually being in that old house with the large apple tree garden described by Katharina Hagena.

Laughter. I think it would be tragic to spend a whole day with a friend and not even once gat a major giggling attack. You know, the kind that doesn’t stop for ages and once you halfway calmed down, your friend says something – and there you go again. Did I mention that my friend gets the longest and most hilarious giggling attacks one can possibly think of? 

To many people most of  this might sound boring and not fun enough and uncool.  I for my part couldn’t think of a better autumn ritual than stealing a few apples with your best friend and braid rosehip tiaras that make you look like Celtic princesses (or at least that’s what we were told).


=^.^= Koneko.

PS. The pictures are my own, and the reason I bother to mention it is that I’m genuinely proud of how good they became :D

What caught my eye today: the more people try to come across as authentic and ‘themselves’, the more fake they look. It’s just plain sad…


My new favourite!

I just came home from a tiring, but pretty awesome (word of the day :P) day. After enjoying self-made hamburgers with ketchup-smiley-faces  at  my best friend’s place (we should’ve put more cheese on them, but they still were fine!), we headed for the movies.

We wanted to see ‘Friends with benefits’ ever since I -randomly- found the trailer on the internet. And since today 20.00 am sharp it’s officially our new faourite movie! 

The plot is nothing really special, but its very entertaining to watch, it has lots of humor and some absolutely adorable characters. I think that both, Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake, played their parts really great – and I agrree with my friend, the choice of their clothes was remarkable :P

So for everyone looking for a fun film to watch with friends, or on a rainy winter afternoon, I strongly recommend Friends with benefits !!!

Sleep tight!  Emily Osment- let’s be friends (because I love it and because it fits).

=^.^= Koneko.

What caught my eye today: Plateia eleftherias (a square in the center of Heraklion), which was crowded with people. They were mostly scaters or bikers or some other ‘closed groups’, so at the beginning I felt  bit of an outsider.