Today, London’s temperature has been reminiscent of Athens in late May or early June.
Warm days, slightly chilly nights.
What I miss the most about my hometown is strolls bathed in moonlight, breathing the city in, being an observer of the microcosm that late-night Athens is.
I don’t think I’ll ever love a city as much again, with such passion, such unbearable longing, such tenderness… And, at the same time, dreading visiting for too long, or becoming Athenian full-time again.
My feelings for Athens are as confusing and conflicting, as Athens itself is riddled with antithesis and contradictions:
Ancient and modern, wise and impulsive, pretty and ugly, resilient and clumsy.
That’s her core and her beauty.
Καληνύχτα Αθήνα μου.
No comments:
Post a Comment