Sunday, July 17, 2011
Athens Thoughts (on a Sunday)
Written at Athens Backpackers' Cafeteria.
- It's ten minutes to six, and I am having the whole lounge to myself. Sitting beside the window with soft music playing in the backgroud, sipping a cuppa and watching the wold (???) passing me by (or rather flies buzzing by).
- To me this is what a holiday should be. Sitting, people-watching, reading, pondering. Of course I can visit the monuments/major attractions- but only when I want to.
-Am I a selfish person? I hate it when I see peddlers desperately calling out for tourists, I hate it when I see buskers performing and people are nonchalantly watching them. I hate it when shopkeepers smile at you, offering their goods. Most of all, I hate it when I can't seem to help them. Or Should I? Are they richer or am I poorer?
- Who am I? Am I a leader in other's eyes? Am I my own leader? Am I a selfish person? Do I talk too much? Huffing and Puffing up, life is like climbing a steep slope. Sweat is trickling down. Are you okay? You smile at me and asked if I am alright.
- You winked at each other. I don't know anymore. I keep finding out about myself, but the more I looked at the mirror, the more the stranger stared back at me.
- Athena, Poseidon, Zeus, Acropolis, Olympus. The monastery, roads long and winding. Seagulls ad steep scarp. Islands, war and glory. Monks and heaven. Knowledge. Lost.
- We fight. Some died. Some are already dead. Sunglasses, Bikinis, Sunhats. Begging, shouting, busking. Battles. Why do we fight? why are you taller? Under the powdered, rouge features, are we not the same?
Clara