I have not written a word lately, – you would think I have nothing to say. Well, – I was very intensively out of my mind. While all Christmas-New Year and the rest of happy-family events were rather quite, – I stayed indoors. But happy 2015 started for me très violent.
About my adventures in January I will tell another time. Now it is about today.
My day started very Friday 13th. On the way to the bus station it was, – did I locked the door, did I not? I said to myself, – let it grow. While waiting a bus I understood I forgot my cell home, – well “HOME”, I am homeless, penniless, jobless, hopeless and the rest of “less”. I had to run back “home” that is 7 min. of fast very walk. The door was LOCKED and I was LOCKED OUT. Luckily the back was open, certainly I am out of my mind and very absent-minded. Then I was waiting for a bus 30 min. when usually it is max 15.
Very now I am at Acropolis museum thinking, – “what next”. But everything looks peace and quite. And I am calm.
Perhaps it is the vitamins I am in-taking.
Furthermore while I was surfing in Acropolis museum “reading room” I had an argument with an young student. Alright, she asked me for a pencil, I told that I have only in colors. She was “OK” with that. Then she asked for WiFi password, I told that it is “open”. My little student was very neat, dressed “whatever” but certainly a very-very good student. Later on came a senior English couple sat down scrolled through a book and had a discussion in a hushed voices. Everybody speaks in hushed voices in museum. My little student asked to speak softly, that sounded like, – shut up, I am studying here. I told her that it is not exactly “a reading hall”(αναγνωστήριο in Greek, γνώση – knowledge) in a sense of the university or a library. And that she should go to the another space to read. We spoke Greek and the Brits looked feeling uneasy. They left. Silence felt upon us. But my lil student made me a surprise. She came up with a lil text about the use of a reading room. That people of the museum can make use of the reading room. I have corrected her, – not people of the museum but visitors of the museum that come from all around the World. I was sitting there for 3 hours and in these 3 hours passed by plenty of people (it is Friday, babe!). Most of them were hissing and whispering and bragging in hushed voices. If one starts to make remarks to all of them you, – you are doomed. Plenty of tourists on Friday and they all drop by and stay for 5-10 min.
I left museum and was deep into thoughts about how idealistic and inexperienced the young woman was. She was very polite and well spoken (law school), protected life from books. Museum inspires her, – she told me. To see Caryatides make her wet, – I read her my way. Because she also a dancer and a choreographer, – what kind?!, – what kind of dances. She was so dry and SO way too careful. Like a dancer that is afraid of pain! Imagine that. A dancer that is afraid to fall. That was my lil student. These kind of thoughts were flowing through my sick mind. And the rights of the visitors in the reading room of the museum that is in my opinion differ from any academic reading hall. It is commercial. There are only twenty sits, only eight have a table. It is actually a passage from one side to another of the second floor.
Thinking of all that I took a wrong turn in Plaka and I met a friend. We were not in contact for 3-4 years. I was so pleased to see her! It had a very positive impact on my well-being. I was upgraded to PREMIUM. Because my friend is in the same field – cinema. Das lovely.
And I have bought a wallet after 3 years!
In any case my conclusion of the Friday 13, – even if take a wrong turn it might lead to the right thing!