The Froth

The Tearrorist attack

9. January 2008

Where Dark Lord Sauron shakes the ground There was a big earthquake here in Greece a couple of days ago and it was felt in Italy and Malta too, or so Reuters said. It was 6.5 on the Richter scale and lasted for 10 seconds. That’s years in earthquake time. Nobody was hurt, because although that [...]

I am surrounded by weirdos

11. October 2007

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Strange fruit I’ve encountered this week From my son: -Can I tell you what I want for Christmas? -Sure. -A carnivorous plant. From the taxi driver: Driver: Women don’t make good historians. Me: Why not? Driver: Because they can’t memorize things. Me: Oh yeah? How come they remember a shopping list of 20 items or more? From the same taxi driver (he’s full of wisdom): Driver: [...]

Head Crusher

20. September 2007

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So I was in the taxi again today. I know, I use them a lot. I should stop financing the lousy bouzouki music habit I am subjected to when i am in there going somewhere and ending up being incoherent and with a headache. Once, I had translated some of the lyrics of these songs [...]

Only in Greece

17. September 2007

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new shoes Only in Greece - Number 1 My sister is a bookseller. The other day a man went in the shop and asked her in the casual manner we reserve to make enquiries about food or clothes: “Do you have anything by Plato?” My sister answered that yes, there was the Apology, the Republic and the Symposium, [...]

First day of summer

1. June 2007

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juice for breakfast This weekend I want to make ouzo meze –little food that goes with ouzo- for friends, clean the house, buy a pair of flip flops, drink iced coffee and do some work out in the balcony, see my son’s art class painting exhibition and go to the open air cinema to see Pirates [...]

In the taxi

7. December 2006

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In the taxi with the racist taxi driver who keeps swearing at immigrants I never expected to experience this moment of peace, while listening to Fade Into you. Somehow it is surreal that I am sharing this song with that awful man who obviously doesn’t notice it and just tolerates it. Still, I am grateful for [...]

As I lay dying

29. August 2006

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How air conditioning works in a stinky driver’s taxi: Unless the air conditioning is set at a sub-zero freezing temperature where bacteria hibernate, what air conditioning effectively does is recycle and evenly distribute the air under the taxi driver’s stinky armpits in the front and back of the taxi. Being human, you most probably rely [...]