It took me thirteen posts to understand that I can't keep writing in English... The myth of fluently speaking English and French totally collapsed before my eyes each time I was in front of this screen and ideas popped out my head. I began writing, as I claim in my first post, for everyone to be able to read and comment, no matter where one lives... For everyone trying to scream trapped into borders... Thirteen posts later I realize that in order to stay truthful to that, and come out as I really think I am, I need to write in Greek.
Many apologies to my friends in England, or anywhere else there might exist, it is just too hard to express authentically in English. A friend assured me that any text can be translated by a program, I just don't know more details. However, topics or thoughts that I think are of a universal interest I will do my best and write it in English...
"Μόνο ελληνικά μπόρεσα να ζήσω. Δεν μπόρεσα ούτε μια ξένη γλώσσα να μάθω κι ας το ήθελα. Αρνιόταν ο πείσμων πρόσφυξ Περγαμηνός εαυτός μου, αρνιόταν ό,τι δεν ήταν ελληνικό, ό,τι δεν ηχούσε ελληνικά [...]" Βάσος Καπάνταης
Αχ, και να' χαμε χίλιους τρόπους να ζήσουμε! Κι απ' την άλλη... όλα εδώ μαθαίνονται. Καινούρια αρχή... Με άλλο τρόπο προς τον ίδιο προορισμό... Οι Ιθάκες που μας στοιχειώνουν.