I was deciding where to sit in the Gazi neighbourhood in Athens. As you can see on the paper, it was Sunday, September 3rd, 2017. It would be my last day in Athens for yet another summer.
The image above was taken at a posh cafe just a few minutes after I’d bought it. I had come out of the amazing Athens metro system (boasting the title of best metro in Europe) and was walking my way up the stairs whena stunning young university student came up to me and asked me if I had been to the Greek Communist Youth conference.
“Sorry, I never heard about it. I’ve been out of the loop for so long,” I confessed.
She smiled and looked at me. She knew I was saying the truth yet was accepting the fact that I’d griwn out of it.
“You can help by buying a paper,” she asked, smiling, knowing she’d guilted me into it.
“I’ve got two hours to kill,” I told her. Do you need to stay here, or can I buy you coffee, a drink, or dinner?”
“Do I look like day game?”
“It’s actually after six. But it’s still day. But I haven’t heard that term in Greece. ”
She laughed, exposing her neck s she lensd backwards.
“Well, the word doesn’t have a Greek equivalent. We just call it kamaki,” she said.
“Παναγιώτη, πάω για καφέ,” she told a fellow university student. He nodded.
“Good. Bet you never thought I’d say yes to your offer. And i’m damn hungry,” she said.
We walked to my regular place. I was greeted personally by my waiter, and given my favourite seat. He barely looked at the girl. She didn’t quite fit the type of customer they be serving.
“Yes, Costa,” I said, “for two people. ”
The girl above is the hostess of the restaurant. She is supposed to be the eye candy that entices the people to take a seat.
We ordered and started chatting.
“I’ve learned to believe that the old-school Marxism you believe in can no longer win elections. The current government is the closest thing we’ll get. And they’re stuck,” I said.
“The Communists wouldn’t be stuck. Drachma overnight. Just like the finance minister admitted to having planned,” she answered.
“I totally agree with the ideal outcome. I totally want that to happen,” I said.
“So do you feel like a king here? Am I what you would want to be with? A starving university student who’s too shy to sell herself?”
“You seem to know more about it than that do. I was simply turned on by you. You know, you brought back the beauty of my youth,” I said.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I can no longer play you.”
“We choose a victim every day or so. It’s so silly. Part of our communist rebellion against the oligarchs. Or against the people we think are trying to use our poverty to their advantage,” she said. “I fitbthe profile. Poor university student. And you fit the profile. An average tourist who comes to a country to take advantage of young ladies.”
“I’ve never thought of that. It would be easy to do though.”
“Unfortunately, you’re right.”
We started talking about the state of things and throwing out solutions. Before long, it was time to meet some relatives for dessert at Plaka.
Without a thought, we went tehre together. I introduced her as a friend. She was very sociable nd we all had a great night of earing, drinking, dancing, and talking.
She kissed me ever-so-softly as I went into the taxi waiting for me in front of my hotel to take me to the airport. I smiled. It had been so long since my university years. She waved at me and turned and started walking the other way. It had been a very interesting 18 hours.