Dr. Frankenstein

13.05.04

From what I see, something has started coming out here. I am especially happy for all your messages. I kind of feel like Dr. Frankenstein, who watches his creation move! No, I don’t think that you are monsters or my own creations (how could it be possible!). Without your participation, this blog would look just like the cardiogram of someone dying. All of you comprise parts of a living organism. Give breath!

SHAKE WHAT???

I went for a walk yesterday around the area of Exarcheia and I was carrying a flowerpot for a friend. I looked like a gypsy kid that sold flowers but I understood this quite late. Last night was more like a summer’s night and we could have sat outside if we found a table but there were dozens of people all over the area! It was a very sweet night, a night to go out and let all those people you know watch the Eurovision [instead of Eurovision: according to the pronunciation of the island of Naxos, just like saying ‘O Archontas tw dachtylidiw’ instead of ‘O Archontas twn dachtylidiwn’ (=The Lord of the Rings) – hey, there you go Anna!].
I found out about the results and I think Sakis was sweating in vain. In the end, the only winner will be Vodafone this time. Did you see how much advertising has been done on the video? It is not grey, it is red! May it be a good thing for us.
Today things seem to have loosened up too much and the clock is stuck at the same time.

Even my blog seems to be at a turning point. I am tired by its constantly inward switch and the narration of my inner thinking. Come on you guys, I need a breath. I overdid it yesterday with the self-psychoanalysis process. I crave a mad ride in a white limo with smoky panes, with 5-6 guys raking the rotten scene with their automatic weapons, while I’m drinking my Mojito at the back seat. At the end of the ride, I will leave the front seat and will slip out quietly to go back home on foot – just to say so. I guess I am going to let it roll!