Head under water, no breath, just quick desperate gasps of air. Have you tried this? In Greece, we have. We do. We try to breathe but we feel hands keep us down. For long. You don’t see them of course, you don’t see the water either. It is there. As a liquid it takes many forms:
In men and women with no jobs, no money, no future. In old people condemned to live in poverty although they have spent their lives working. In ghost towns all over the country, with long lines of abandoned shops with ‘closed’ & ‘for sale’ signs. In people who live in the streets. In youngs leaving the country for a better life. In desperate ones who walk with their problems. Everywhere big problem traffic jams.
We weren’ t the ones who took the money (although they tried to put the blame on us)but the ones who were cheated again and again. We saw money flying above us, and dirty deals being covered in elaborate ways. And we did nothing. Blame us for this. We should have done something.
This whole situation seemed ideal for those who control the ‘game’ to profit. They make rules that make them richer. It has no end. Nothing good came out of these years’ austerity. Moreover, dark creatures came in the surface and shadows that never belonged here.
The sun shines on our modern ruins. We try to change this with simple truths. With action and human spirit. It is not easy. For, this crisis is not a bad thing for all. And ‘many’ of them make decisions. And many of them want to help them make their decisions. For us, living here, for Greeks like us, for people like Greeks everywhere.
