My grandmother’s narrations about how my grandfather was slaughtered by Slavs and Greek “leftists”. Οι αφηγήσεις της γιαγιάς μου για τη σφαγή του παππού μου από Σλάβους και Έλληνες «αριστερούς». […]

When I was four, my mom came to pick me up from school on 9/11 because flight 93 went down near us.

I don’t want to say anything about politics. It’s not alright, they never delivered what they had promised. Δεν θέλω να πω κάτι για την πολιτική γιατί δεν είναι εντάξει […]

The evening of April 21st 1967, on the eve of my birthday. In the dining room, there are huge amounts of food and desserts on the tables (I’m gazing, thinking […]

I was 5 years old when during the 2004 Presidential election some teenagers stole our Al Gore yard sign.

In my father’s arms, at the celebrations to honour the Polytechnic’s uprisings. “The people‘s party is one, KKE Esoterikou (KKE Interior)”[1] Στους ώμους του μπαμπά μου, γιορτή Πολυτεχνείου. «Ένα είναι […]

    When I was bored. P.S.: AEK[1] Όταν βαριόμουνα. Υστερόγραφο: ΑΕΚ. ———-   [1]   ΑΕΚ: Greek football team.

I was six years old. It was afternoon and, suddenly, everyone was gathering at the coastal avenue to welcome Karamanlis. They were crying “we are free”. I didn’t know who […]

a) Constantine II of Greece and Anne-Marie’s engagement. I’m standing in the crowd in Syggrou Avenue, waving a small flag. I’m in love. b) The telephone rings really early in […]

PASOK! See, now everything comes back to me. I remember my aunt arriving to our small village (a village of no more that 3000 inhabitants), carrying posters and putting them […]