I am sad...

Photo John Kolesidis. Reuters

I first hated Athens... But going there once or twice a year at least to visit friends, I fell in love journey after journey. Greece, but mostly Athens became vital to me. Walking in the streets every season shows you some unknown details, the magic color of some flowers, the strength of graffiti on a wall, the smell of a market... I went there with almost all the important people in my life to share all this little pleasures. That was also our first trip "en amoureux" with my not so new partner.

This morning I was reading the news and I saw those pictures. I heard about last night. I knew. But still, I am sad, sad for all my friends there and sad for this amazing country. I won't stop to go there as I really need it and love but I just wanted to share this. Sometimes sharing what hurts makes it easier and I also have some stupid superstitions that make me thing that maybe talking about it will help to get better.

I'm already planning my next journey in Greece. I want to walk in the streets of Plaka, get my favorites sandals at the Poet sandal maker (that recognize me now when I walk in the store. That makes me fucking proud), I want to watch the Acropolis while having a drink at some rooftop terrace... I want to see my friends smiling and talking about their last dates rather than...

This post has been written in a minute to keep it genuine and reflecting my sad state of mind.

Filakia*

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* kisses in Greek with the worst ever spelling

Photo John Kolesidis. Reuters

Photo John Kolesidis. Reuters

Photo John Kolesidis. Reuters

Photo John Kolesidis. Reuters