Rags to Ruins: a day in Athens

Athens. I do not know what to think of it anymore.

I did'nt even want to go there but I was walking around Thessaloniki when it hit me:

"When is the next time you will be this close to Athens?"

So, after three hours of poking around the sleepy Macadonian City of Thessaloniki, I decided to hop a train south. Four hours later, I was in Athens.

Best decision to make.

When I saw the site of Zues' Olympian I realized what magic there was to such old ruins. Hadrians arch gave me tingles. The acropolis (though covered in an exoskeleton of scaffolding) blew my mind...

The structure of such architecture! Magnificent!

I don't care if everything has been reconstructed, it has to be! We need these historical centers to remind ourselves that there once was intelligent people in this world.

Socrates, Plato; both dead!
John Locke, Voltaire, Rousseau; All DEAD
Beethoven; DEAD
Nietsche; DEAD
Hemmingway; BLEW HIS BRAIN OUT

What do all these people have in common? Something, I am sure of, but it does not matter. The point of points is that if you tear down history you are just waiting to get fucked all over again.

These ruins speak to you. If someone could build world wonders 2000 years before your birth, why are we still allowing people to wollow in their own shit? Why have we not evolved together? Why have we let race, religion and nationalism define "us and them"?

What happened to effort? Why do we not invest into the construction of neo-classical architecture? Why is it all steel and glass? Who is right who is wrong? Who is left singing the song?

If Paris awoke the writer,
Berlin awoke the soul,
Amsterdam tickled curiosisty,
And Switzerland bound them whole.

Prague was overrated,
Budapest took it's toll,
Bucharest shawn through filth,
I then found Istanbul.

If Vienna awoke the pianist,
and Krakow turned on the charm,
then Athens awoke the thought
that could do no harm....