Back in London I feel cut off from Athens, missing the conversations, the intensity, the roll ups, the sense that politics matter
Knowledge and power
The question of whether we can make a difference in the world seemed particularly important as I walked through Plaka on Monday
Intellectual pursuit
Do places like Café Gijón in the 1930s, where intellectuals, writers and artists got together to talk, argue and debate exist any more? Did they ever – at least as I imagine them?
Will the revolution will be feminised?
Talking to Nieves and Maria in Cafe Molar, it struck me that something revolutionary could be happening, that Spain’s women could be both visible, and fully involved, in shaping the country’s history
A beggar at the table
It can make us uneasy when people come begging, but I also wonder if these days friends feel anything similar when I go to them because of my needs?
With a little help from my friends
So often what we experience falls short of the ideal, but maybe we need to be more accepting and learn to better navigate all the compromise and the contradictions
Recovering lost ground
We need to think not only about protecting what we hold dear, but also what to do about what has been lost
Breathing space
Sitting outside The Black Lab in Clapham, enjoying a cup of coffee on a sunny day, it seems that loss has left me entirely out of sync with the rest of the world