Happiness looks like (part II)...

...getting abs from laughing with your friends all night over nothing serious or certain.

Happiness looks like...

...having a long shower while listening to your dad singing Kylie Minogue with his voice entangled with the nearby churches bells, smelling like shampoo and being a tiny bit hung over from yesterday's feast.

The thing I was looking for the most lately...

...was a place where I can find nice and moderately priced photography books (because I might be a geek, but photography looks so much better when printed). And I found it. It even has something that makes it even better- and I wasn't even expecting to find: greek photographers! It's actually an e-shop, http://http//photographybooks.gr/ and it has many titles, books I didn't know about and even discounts for some  I've always been yearning for (Koudelka, here I come!). So I'd advise you to take a look at it.

Confessions on a Gastounian dancefloor. Part 2

Being relaxed and fresh now, I can go on with Gastouni's tell-tales. So now, I'll try to explain to you what mating season looks like down here. (mating season= summer)
I've read lots of things about animals while being ill and my new knowledge shows how the local males calls are no foreign to what wild birds do.
A male, lusting for a local female and owner of a semi-truck with a huge soundsystem takes the truck and drives around the city after midnight playing his favorite kapsoura(suffering from lust) songs. When he approaches the female's house,  he turns the volume to the maximum, so if you're her neighbour, you're doomed. These nightly visits are the subject of speculation of the whole neighbourhood. Who's the lucky girl? and who's the shithead disturbing us?

That was no confession on the dancefloor, more like afterhours with loud oriental music. But it's part of the local culture. Either you hate it or you respect it.

Holidays, finally.

(The song has nothing to do with the context, as usual. But I like it. And I can't forget the double concert Malamas- Thanassis Papakonstantinou)

Three hits on the head

The way a human being truly understands things is really mysterious. People have the ability to read write and talk about something without truly understanding it. I'll use the term "feel". And sometimes, you need something unusual. Something unorthodox. Like three hits on the head. I can't say that it was an easy way. But I can say that it shred the cowwebs in my mind. And it made me see what I was repeating to myself like a mantra. "let go".
Having understood isn't always a happy thing either. But it's always better in the end.

This summer I might get my fucking inspiration back. Stay put.