|The birch forest before the rain|
Well, despite the names, it was really very nice, but coming back we experienced what the english call 'heavy showers' on our shoulders, and really soaked up, so maybe needed even more weird names to name the feeling. Like e.g. Alalahtari, the village we crossed by car, being almost naked inside, and another like Ylahtiluosomething when we made the exit from the car, shoes and soaked clothes in hand, and run to the house wearing only t-shirts (that were long enough, thank god...).
|Signs like this you can never dream to see in greek footpaths|
There is no hope that we can walk again in our mountain, walk for long hours under those big pines as we used to do. Not in my lifetime. We let it be destroyed and do nothing except some demonstration in Syntagma sq, because those demonstrations is the only thing we know how to do, and we believe in them as in magic. As if god himself is staying inside the Parliament and we need just to show what we want and press him to provide us... What a spoiled, hopeless people we are...