Let me paint a picture; I am no true artist, but I still like picking up the paintbrush.
The city is filled with exotic noises; at times people are honking incessantly, and others, all you hear are the murmurs of gibberish from the outdoor cafes. Athens has been experiencing an economic rollercoaster, but I must say people haven’t stopped experiencing Athens.
After our first rookie train stop mistake of talking to a complete stranger (an old man with no luggage and loitering nature), who was sketchily trying to help us with directions, I felt completely panicked. Here we were, on our first stop, staring at 5 different train station exits, with no idea of what the symbols on all the signs read. Yes, bursting out of the bubble is nice, but it certainly takes a while to get used to the air. And boy, was I turning purple.
The town was dead. It was gloomy and slow, and being completely lost didn’t exactly help. We slowly paced ourselves down Ermou Street, where the Pella Inn Hotel was located. Five Americans (yes, I have realized I can now call myself that, though it is hard to fit the mold sometimes) walking down a quiet, closed city. At first glance, all I could absorb was the vandalized walls; different colors, different sayings, differing viewpoints.
It helps to see the big panorama. Even in a country where we, strangers, may not be the favorites, there exists the hardship of history’s trajectory. Even across the world, people are still fighting for their basic rights and demand to be heard. The difference? I think people here have more control than their government, in the sense that they are willing to disorderly speak up and it is nearly impossible to silence them.
It was a relief to find ourselves in a safe hostel and in a one-size-fits-all room with 5 beds and a lock ( a commodity that I don’t think we’ll be getting everywhere). Being liberated from my 20lb bag felt like the true moment in which this trip really began. No matter what happened from that moment on, we were in Greece and there was absolutely no turning back– Start breathing the air baby, because this is the real deal .
We ventured to Ghazi that night (it took some convincing to get me out of the room), where I became aware of how alive the place really was. Outdoor seating EVERYWHERE; each restaurant with its own unique atmosphere and invitiation to spend our time and money there.
I must admit, not understanding the language feels very frustrating; it’s like I’ve been invited to play a game on someone else’s turf and I can’t understand the rules. Talk about applying my nonverbal knowledge! I desperately want to soak up their words, their customs, but I feel helpless. However, this part is uncontrollable– I am wearing glasses so I must learn to cope and use them to focus on what I can control– my attempts at playing the game the best that I can.
Let the games begin. We made the classic American decision of attempting a bar crawl. What better way to cover such big grounds in so little time? Millenium, SOHO, Why Sleep*, and Socialista* became pawns in our path, that got tackled by our excitement, naiveness, and adventurous nature. One, two, three, perhaps, four or five drinks later, and we found ourselves on the stage of Socialista, the Greek club (clearly the place where young, vibrant people go to dance to their favorite tunes, and hell, we fit in well).
It is always when you step out of places with crazy sensory stimulation that you realize the effects of alcohol, and our wonderful wobble home was a true moment of utter happiness; a moment in which we realized how free we really were. Best friends at hand, and the light-up stone path guiding us home. Home to the rooftop in which I’m currently painting.
Why is Greece in Trouble?
Over the last ten years, Greece has gone on a debt binge, which has provoked an economic crisis that has seriously endangered the country’s economy, corrupted the government, and unleashed a growing social unrest that is currently threatening Europe’s recovery and the future of the Euro. Fortunately, Greece has been kept afloat by its fellow euro zone countries, which have provided 2 massive bailout packages of about 130 billion dollars.
Greece was living beyond its means even before it joined the euro. After it adopted the single currency, public spending soared.
Public sector wages, for example, rose 50% between 1999 and 2007 – far faster than in other eurozone countries.
And while money flowed out of the government’s coffers, its income was hit by widespread tax evasion. So, after years of overspending, its budget deficit – the difference between spending and income – spiralled out of control.
When the global financial downturn hit, therefore, Greece was ill-prepared to cope.
Debt levels reached the point where the country was no longer able to repay its loans, and was forced to ask for help from its European partners and the International Monetary Fund (IMF) in the form of massive loans.
Eurozone crisis explained, BBC News. June 2012
And for those who prefer the quick paced visuals: Greece