I feel comfortable being here in Cafe Plaka on my own – I think I’m adjusting slowly to a new degree of solitude
What’s love got to do with it?
These days I find I’m fascinated by couples and human closeness, and it was a photograph of Melina Mercouri with her husband, Jules Dessin that captured my attention the most
A tale of two genders
The Greek crisis is impacting young people and young women in particular, but do we only ‘see’ unemployment among men?
Mapping the past and future
Today, I’m sitting in the sunshine, listening to the sparrows chorusing crazily. There’s sadness but, thankfully, that’s not all…
“We’re playing our last card…”
The Greek people I met are optimistic, but occasionally they wonder if they are naive to be hopeful…
Learning a new narrative
In an unfamiliar country you can easily miss signals or misunderstand them. But I worry less about things like that these days
Black out
The day after I wrote the previous post, on 15 November 2014, my husband Mark Arram died. It was as sudden and unexpected as that
Heartfelt politics
At Konservokouti they have created a place that acts as a container for all the warmth and heart that seems so characteristic of many Greeks…
We want to go home…
When I told Konstantina that I would be returning to Athens and wanted to visit again, she replied “We don’t want to be here then”.
A waiting game
There’s a sense that people are tired and weary, but also of unfinished business. People are waiting to see what happens at the next elections, whether SYRIZA might get in…