•Ο προπάππους μου και η γυναίκα του που ζούσαν στο γύθειο είχαν ντυθεί εκείνος νταρντάνα κι εκείνη γιατρός σε κάποιες απόκριες και γύριζαν όλο το Γύθειο κάνοντας φάρσες στους συντοπίτες τους! Η μεταμφίεση της γυναίκας του προπάππου μου μάλιστα ήταν τόσο πετυχημένη που κανείς δεν κατάλαβε ότι ήταν γυναίκα!
29/12/2020
Ιστορίες της μαμάς μου Vol. 1
07/11/2020
The story of a parrot named Lorrito
Lorrito was a parrot given to my mother by one of her clients. Her client was suffering from a terminal disease, therefore she couldn't take care of the parrot anymore. She knew that my mother loved animals and we had a small jungle of pets over the years. And so, she decided our home would be the best option for the Amazonian Parrot, Lorrito.
I later found out that my mother's client was the second person to take care of him, as his first human also had health issues and could not look after him after a while. When we got Lorrito, he was around 15 years old. I was 12.
Him and my mother had a very special bond; not one you would expect human and bird to form. He would call my mum his 'love', 'darling', profess his love to her and sweet-talk her. If you thought parrots don't understand the meaning behind the words they learn, you were wrong. He knew exactly what he was saying, and that is proven by all the times he would call someone who pissed him off 'wanker' (malakas <μαλάκας> in Greek).
He attacked my mum and my dad a few times, usually when he got scared of something, or jealous (he was very possessive of my mum); thankfully, nothing too serious -even though both my parents have a couple of scars because of him. Quite often, when he heard my mum taking a shower he would sneak in the bathroom, climb the bath curtain and peek-a-boo her. She would then put him on her shoulder and take a shower with him. Other times, my mum would be sitting on the couch eating pumpkin seeds whilst watching TV and he would be beside her eating pumpkin seeds as well.
During the summer they would share her watermelon with feta cheese or my mum would be using the garden hose on him and he'd say 'my love' and 'I like this' to her. He let her pet him on his head, his neck and sometimes his back and belly. If I or my father wanted to touch him, he would usually wrap his claws around our finger and say something nice. Unless he was in a bad mood. Then he would swear at us and try to bite us. As long as you were nice to him and didn't do any sudden movements around him, you were going to be fine.
I'm now realising I'm talking about a bird as if he was human. But you see, he was still part of my family and my mother loved him as her child. He had a personality and characteristics, he wasn't a silent observator... Oh, he wasn't silent at all! I'll never forget him trying to mimic our voices (he was always more successful in mimicking my dad's voice) or shouting happily when he heard children on TV (he seemed to have a soft spot for kids) or trying to unsuccessfully repeat the news on TV.
Unfortunately, my parents found out very recently he was suffering from bacteria in his gut. Apparently, this type of bacteria is normal in parrots when they live in the jungle, but can harm them when they're domesticated. My parents tried hard to find someone who specialises in exotic birds to help them, and even though they did, Lorrito didn't seem to get better. Today I received the phone call informing me that my mother found him dead in the same spot he fell asleep last night.
He has gotten so much love over the years and had a plethora of adventures in the 20 years he had been with us. I truly hope and wish his soul will rest in peace. What gives me some sort of comfort is he is not suffering anymore. I hope my dad and even more so my mum will be able to heal from that loss.
15/10/2020
Νύχτας Σκέψεις
Υπάρχουν κι εκείνες οι νύχτες που αναπολείς τα άτομα που πέρασαν από τη ζωή σου, και τι σημάδια άφησαν στην ψυχή σου.
24/08/2020
Another goodbye, another future
It's that time again, the time I hate to say goodbyes.
I have been living between Athens and London for over ten years now.
Before that it was Athens and another city for a couple of years.
Living between two cities/countries is not an easy thing to do. It can be extremely rewarding, considering all the people you meet, all the diverse friendships you form, but it can also be tremendously painful, when you form strong bonds with people, only to have to leave again.
You lose track of people's evolution, lives and journey. Sometimes, you even lose track of your own journey.
This summer, I was standing in front of a very scary crossroad. I had just came out of a long term relationship, had barely made it through quarantine, had been accepted to study my second masters, had no job and had just moved into a new place after seeing 31 properties.
I had -and still have- no fucking clue how everything would -and will- play out. The insecurity and fear stemming from the global pandemic isn't helping either. The only thing I knew was that I will be in Athens for a month. A month-long holiday to heal, recharge and indulge in familiarity and comfort.
This month has been one of the best months of my life. I haven't had such an amazing summer since 2013. It was all I needed and more. I had the space and time to be free, the opportunity to re-discover parts of myself and the joy of welcoming old fragments of my soul that I considered long lost.
My friends and loved ones embraced me as always, a warm cocoon giving me the opportunity to once again go through change, and in the end come out as a new creature, ready to face the world again.
I was lucky enough to form new friendships and have wonderful new people come into my life.
I am forever grateful to the people who surround me with positivity, love and respect. I am able to move forward because of you.
Thank you,
Lara
27/06/2020
Another day in patriarchy
A guy passes me with his bike, stops, looks at me and the conversation goes as follows:
-Can I sit here? (it was the bench next to mine)
-Sure you can.
I put my mask back on, as I took it off whilst I sat on the bench, since no one was around.
-I don't have corona you know. I'm immune to it.
-Good for you.
-Can I talk to you?
-No, sorry, I'm busy. (I pretended to look on my phone)
I had already started to feel uncomfortable because he was staring at me the whole time, so I put my phone down and started dissinfecting my hands.
-Did you finish what you were doing? Can we talk now?
-No, sorry. I'm leaving.
-Can we meet again?
-No.
-Why?
-Because I don't want to.
-Why?
-I don't have to give you a reason
-Yes you do!
-No, I don't. Bye.
-Have a good evening. We may meet again!
-You too and no.
04/06/2020
21 of my fav black IG accounts
So, I would like to share 21 of my favourite black IG accounts, where you can not only educate yourselves on #blacklivesmatter, but also support black businesses and artists.
- @joyjah (Joyjah Estrada) - model/fashion
- @jasmeannnn (Jasmine Brown) - lashes/fashion/model/makeup
- @cydbee (Cydnee Black) - beauty & lifestyle
- @tashjanecollins (Tashjané Collins) - makeup
- @thejungalow (Jungalow) - plants/interior design
- @marie_mag_ (Candance Marie) - model/fashion
- @iamcharityleigh (Charity Leigh) - makeup
- @elmayahh (Eleni Asimaki) - model/fashion
- @marianna_painesi (Mariana Painesi) - model/fashion
- @heidincloset (Heidi In Closet) - drag queen
- @jaidaehall (Jaida Essence Hall) - drag queen
- @vanessa_gyimah (Vanessa) - makeup
- @alissajanay (Alissa) - model/fashion
- @monicastylemuse (Monicastylemuse) - blogger/style/makeup
- @chaulegend (Chaun P.) - nail art
- @sheamoistureuk (SheaMoisture UK) - hair brand
- @kevin.laroy (babyface killa) - tattoo artist
- @kattatgirl (Kat Tat) - tattoo artist
- @itskitsovain (Miss Kitty Sovain) - TV personality/makeup
- @latriceroyale (Latrice Royale) - drag queen
- @meechdoodle (Meech) - illustration/comics
03/06/2020
2nd Recipe: Quick Mediterranean Pasta
Things you’ll need:
- Brown pasta (or white, it’s up to you)
- Salt (I use Himalayan pink salt)
- Tomatoes
- Onions
- White cheese (preferably feta, or the vegan substitute)
- Rocket Salad
- Oregano
- Extra Virgin Olive Oil
- A pot and a colander
TIP ➔ WHEN IT COMES TO QUANTITIES AND PORTIONS, IT’S ALL RELATIVE TO HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU’RE COOKING FOR, OR HOW HUNGRY YOU ARE! I’D SAY TRY TO NOT PUT THAT MANY INGREDIENTS THAT YOU CAN’T TASTE OR SEE THE PASTA ANY MORE!
Cooking time!
- Chop all of your vegetables and cheese in small cubes.
- Put water in a large pot, place it on the hob and wait until it starts boiling. Then throw a pinch of salt and your pasta in there!
- Check every few minutes and when the pasta is ready, strain it and put it on a plate.
- Then, put your vegetables and cheese on top. I usually do it in the following order: Tomatoes, Rocket Salad, Onions, Cheese.
- Sprinkle Oregano on top and 2 tablespoons of Extra Virgin Olive Oil per portion.
That’s it! You made it!
Enjoy your meal! ^_^
Random Thoughts LΧΧV
27/04/2020
Ζωή στο περιθώριο
16/04/2020
Another London Flatshare Disaster
- The landpersons' first lie was that counting my partner and I, there would be seven of us in the house. We were eight.
- Then, we saw random people coming in and out of the house, and after some digging found out one of the rooms had been set up as an AirbnB. We had not been informed prior. After a few days, thankfully, someone moved in permanently.
- A few weeks ago we were told by the flatmates next door that they have a B'n'B contract, which isn't what we have. So not all tenants have the same type of contract. Hmmmm....
- A couple of weeks after the coronavirus lockdown happened in UK, one of our flatmates disappeared. We were told by the landlords that he left and his room was available, so if we had any friends to tell them they could move in. Amidst the coronavirus outbreak they wanted to bring new people to the flat. By the way the guy who left didn't tell any of us he was leaving. We didn't even hear him clear his kitchen cupboard. Three weeks later someone moved in his room, and we suspect his girlfriend moved in as well, but was hiding.
- Interestingly enough, we were told by the flatmates who have been in the flat the longest (eight months), that no one ever stays in the flat for over a year. I wonder why...
- We also recently found out -by accident- that the landpersons we've met are not the actual landpersons! They are managing the property. We have no clue who the owner is, and we don't even know if we are subletting from the 'managers,' because they're not clarifying the situation.
- And to top it all off, after I did some digging, I discovered that even though this flat is classified as an HMO (house in multiple occupation) it has not been registered as such to the local council. Which of course is illegal as fuck. They probably don't even have a permit to have as many people in the house.
- Lastly, our flat is the only one in the estate that has had the kitchen converted to a bathroom and a single bedroom and then, had part of the living room turned into the kitchen and another part turned into a bedroom. Dodgy af?
So much has happened! I confirmed our 'Managers' are breaching many laws (from health and safety to housing).
One of my flatmates has already reported them and I'm considering doing the same at some point.
Two more people moved in, as the couple downstairs moved out. They work as delivery drivers, they do not wash their hands when they return home, and they do not self isolate or wear masks when in the kitchen (our only communal area).
As I am immunocompromised, I am rather stressed by this turn of events!
Update 2 (April):
Another person moved into the room next door. Fourth person to move in during the pandemic.
We got an eviction notice via text today. In 2 weeks we have to be out, amidst a pandemic (which is illegal of course).
Finally we got that on email, as they were not communicating with us via email before.
Still not providing us with the landlord's info and other info we are entitled to, by law.
Update 6 (June):
We have spoken to a lawyer, who confirmed we are right and the 'Managers' eviction text is void, and the way they are handling the situation illegal.
The 'Managers' are trying to avoid responding to our questions via email (even though they admitted they have not protected our Deposit via the Deposit Scheme) and want to meet in person. We informed them we are receiving legal advice and we will only meet them in person if we are allowed to record them. Let's see...
11/04/2020
My first recipe: Vegetable Noodles
Things you'll need:
-Onions-Mushrooms
-Asparagus
-Baby Sprouts
-Broccoli or Tenderstem Broccoli
-Corn or Baby Corn
-Peppers
-Carrots
-Sesame oil (or your preferred cooking oil)
-BBQ Spice (or your preferred spice -e.g. paprika)
-Black Bean Garlic Stir Fry Sauce (or any sauce you like e.g. teriyaki)
-Noodles (I use the ones that don't require boiling and need 4-5 minutes in the wok)
-A wok, or a large frying pan, non sticky
Ps. You can also add meat, seafood or tofu if you would like to!
TIP ➔ When it comes to quantities and portions, it's all relative to how many people you're cooking for, or how hungry you are! I'd say try to not put that many ingredients that you can't taste or see the noodles any more!
Cooking time!
- Chop chop! Chop your vegetables!
TIP ➔ Try to chop your 'long' vegetables in thin stripes (e.g. asparagus, baby corn, carrots e.t.c.). That way they're cooked faster and they blend really nicely with your noodles, whilst still adding different textures. Plus, the result is so visually pleasing!
- Turn your hob on (avoid the highest settings). Place the wok/frying pan on top and once it starts warming up a bit, put the vegetables that take longer to cook (e.g. asparagus, baby corn, broccoli), or the frozen vegetables -if you're using any- first. If there's no frozen vegetables add a little bit of water. Stir slowly.
- Once these vegetables start being softer, put the rest of the vegetables in the wok and add the oil of your choice. If I'm cooking for myself, I use 2 tablespoons of oil. Stir slowly.
- A couple of minutes later add your spice(s). Stir a bit faster.
- Now that all is blended, time for your noodles! Make sure to break them apart a little bit before putting them in the wok/frying pan.
- Then, finally, we can get saucy! Poor that sauce on top of the noodles and stir stir stir!!!
TIP ➔ A little sauce can go a long way and you can always top it up if you feel you need more, so avoid using too much.
- After you stir for a few minutes and all looks blended and cooked, it's time to turn the hob off and serve the noodles! Let them sit for a few minutes before you start eating them, otherwise they'll be too hot.
That's it! You made it!
Enjoy your meal! ^_^
05/04/2020
Walk a mile in my shoes
30/03/2020
Στη μνήμη του Ήρωα Μανώλη Γλέζου
Είναι μεγάλη η απώλεια, πολύ μεγάλη για να εκφραστεί με μικρές λέξεις.
Ο Μανώλης Γλέζος έζησε και πέθανε αγωνιστής. Αυτός ο Άνθρωπος με όλη τη σημασία της λέξης, ο Ήρωας, ο παππούς όλων μας.
Ειλικρινά, νιώθω σα να έχασα ένα δικό μου άνθρωπο.
Δε θα ξεχάσω τη φωτογραφία με εκείνον μέσα στη βροχή και την μπόρα το 2017 να έχει σηκώσει τη γροθιά του ψηλά, για να τιμήσει τους νεκρούς του Πολυτεχνείου. 96 χρονών.
Έκλαψα όταν είδα εκείνη τη φωτογραφία. Και ντράπηκα. Ντράπηκα που δεν ήμουν κι εγώ εκεί.
Είναι πολλά αυτά που έκανε και ως νέος, αλλά και μέχρι το τέλος της ζωής του, ήταν τεράστιος άνθρωπος.
Διαβάστε την ιστορία του, δείτε βίντεο από τις ομιλίες του, και συγκεντρώσεις στις οποίες ήταν.
Πάντοντε ειλικρινής, πάντοτε καθαρός και πάνω από όλα, αλληλέγγυος.
Εύχομαι η μνήμη του να ζήσει για πάντα και να διατηρεί τη φλόγα της αντίστασης αναμένη.
ΥΓ. Πόσο θά'θελα νά'βγαινα στο μπαλκόνι μου στην Αθήνα και να χειροκροτούσα μαζί σας στις 9μμ.
Είμαι στο εξωτερικό όμως, οπότε χειροκρότησα μόνη μου, κι άφησα λίγα λουλούδια σε ένα δέντρο με αυτό το χαρτάκι.
08/02/2020
Feminist Loneliness
However, I started consciously calling myself a feminist about five years ago.
Being a feminist meant that I couldn't turn a blind eye anymore, and I had to practice what I preached. That resulted in the ending of friendships and companionships, and also blocking/deleting a lot of acquaintances on social media. Not to mention the online arguments. Oh, the online arguments! What a toll did those take at me!
During that journey, I felt and hoped I could find support and sisterhood in feminist pages.
I could not have been more wrong.
My first ordeal was with a very well-known USA feminist page. I got chewed up and spat like a chewing gum pretty quickly. You see, USA feminists more than often are not very knowledgeable on European politics and culture. At least not as knowledgeable as European feminists are on USA culture and politics. And with that came a lot of ignorant comments and responses towards me, and consequently, a lot of hate. And so I left.
Then, a few years back I discovered a few feminist pages from my home country. I cannot begin to describe to you the relief, the peace I found through these pages. I had to leave one of them as the responses were too aggressive to my liking. Aggression seemed to be a common denominator on the responses in most pages I've been (feminist or not), and it is something that makes me very uncomfortable. Nevertheless, my desperation to find a feminist nest urged me to ignore certain aggressive outbursts as long as they weren't directed at me (how hypocritical, I know), and as long as they were not a daily issue. But then, what should I do when the admins/page followers start having an attitude towards me as well? Or when the aggression and rudeness becomes an everyday thing, a pattern? There's not much to do I guess, apart from leaving.
And here I am, not part of any community again, a lone feminist, too feminist for society, and too 'soft' for feminist circles.
11/01/2020
10 years in London
"Ten years ago on this day, before sunrise, a taxi picked me up from my house in Athens to take me to the airport.
It was really important for me to go to the airport alone, so I hugged my parents goodbye and got on the taxi.
I had a one-way ticket to London, and a bachelor's degree in music to do. I didn't know anyone in London. I secretly cried during the whole flight.
Ten years, 2 degrees, a lot of hardships, but also a lot of fun and a few odd jobs later and I've made some friends whom I consider family, and found myself an awesome partner in London.
Still struggling to survive -as London is not an easy place to be- but being here for all these years has shaped me into a stronger, wiser and more patient person than I was before.
Happy London Anniversary to me!!!!
Ps. And what a coincidence! Today, ten years later, I'm flying from Athens to London again."