Christmas time!

Every year, as Christmas is coming, I get all excited and happy. I suppose this is one of the things that I kept from my childhood and, frankly, I hope I will never lose. Usually, I behave like a 5-year-old, jumping all around, but sometimes I pretend that I am a mature grown-up strolling in the festive streets. At least, I have managed to supress my urge to write a letter to Santa and throw it in the post box.

This year, the first time I realized Christmas has actually arrived, I was in Bratislava, at Gorgeho, in front of the Opera. The not-yet-decorated Christmas tree was already in place and the first silver, blue and red lights hanged from the buildings. Someone played piano - I lit a cigarette and stood to listen to the music pouring from their open window.

Then, the Christmas Market opened and I went as often as the cold allowed me. The times I went alone, I spend my time people-watching: street musicians and their audience, parents taking photos of their children, couples holding hands, people rushing into the comforting heat of the nearby cafes and, mostly, people armed with coats, scarves and gloves standing around tall wooden tables, hands around plastic glasses of hot wine. The times I went with company, we just meddled in the crowd and focused on the hot wine and the grilled chicken.

With a glass of hot wine in hand (again), I saw oh-so-beautiful Prague all bright and Christmas-y too. It was a kind-of-Halloween celebration that day and, in Namesti Republiky, people disguised in angels and devils offered candies to children. I headed to Starometske, the Old Town Square, but it was so crowded I could barely walk. I climbed on a kind of stage and enjoyed a 360 view of it and then watched a fire juggling street performance next to the Astronomical Clock.

I even experienced White Christmas in Vienna. All night and all morning it was snowing, and when I arrived, the city was dressed in white. My original joy soon disappeared: the freezing cold made it impossible for me to stay still or my toes were in real pain. Nevertheless, I tried to make the most out of it and used the cold as an excuse to keep my fingers continuously wrapped around mugs of warm berry punch. I also tasted strawberries dipped in chocolate (it looked more delicious than it actually was), some warm apple pie and, for the first time, I ate half a candy apple (the other half fell on a man in the tram).

So, it was Christmas. I knew it, I could see it all around and I had tried to feel it in half the Christmas Markets of Central Europe. But still, something was missing: it didn't smell like Christmas.

Then, I took my flight back to Greece. The warm weather here reminds of spring, I do not even need a jacket and today, I woke up from the sunshine on my eyelids. It has nothing to do with the White Christmas of Vienna, nor the fairytale atmosphere of Prague. However, it was the moment I set foot on the airport of Athens that I realized that Christmas is actually here. Because, Christmas is meaningless unless you share it with the people you love. More than everything, Christmas is home.

Prague ♥ - Part 2

(photo by Robert Doisneau)

I don't want to write a pure diary-entry-style post, neither do I want to enumerate the sights in a travel-guide way (after all, there are more than enough decent travel guides out there for those who need official Prague info). All I want, is to express what Prague meant to me, it seems though that I lack the ability to transform my feelings into words.

Here is my best shot:

When, at my teens, I read the novels and saw the nostalgic photos of bohemic, intellectual Paris of the 50s-60s, something moved inside me. It was undefined, a peculiar feeling I could hardly discern but knew it was lying there, sleeping. I felt it some more times moving, but even Paris itself didn't manage to wake it up. It was in Prague that it woke up; it was magic, felt like love and overwhelmed me. Prague is all they had told me Paris was.

One evening, after the too crowded Christmas Market of the Main Square, where I could hardly walk (it took my breath away, even under those circumstances), I spent 15 minutes on Charles Bridge, watching the efforts of a French couple to take a specific photo: the girl, on her toes and leaning over the bridge, was trying to attract the seagulls with a cookie, whereas the boy waited, camera on hand, to capture the moment a seagull would eat it. For some moments, a seagull hovered above the girl's head, looking at the cookie and figuring out if he should go for it, finally, decided to pass. It is a pity they missed it, they were too focused on their original plan.

All my week there, I felt like the seagull, those few specific moments he hovered above the girl's head - he was there, still and moving at the same time, free to move towards any direction, each of them offering him something. He could fly higher in the air, dive into the river, land proud and alone on some statue's head, crash into the pavement, eat the cookie, refuse the cookie, join the strange creatures on the bridge or return to his peers: all options open, everything possible, able to do whatever he desired and whatever he imagined. What he chose, never mind: the only thing that counts, is this moment of sublime freedom.

Prague ♥

It was love at first sight.

I slept all 4 hours the bus drove from Bratislava to Prague; I opened my eyes about 10 minutes before arriving to the bus station. We were crossing a bridge; I got the first glimpse of Prague and thought I had woken up in a fairy tale.

The time gap between deciding to go and my actual going was 3 days. It is the most unorganized trip I've ever done and, more than any other before, it was based on the kindness of strangers: someone lent me a map, someone shared tips, someone drove me around, someone took me to his favorite spots... So, I did find my way around but, not having expectations and not rushing to museums and landmarks, allowed me to feel every single moment and see it all through a child's eyes, totally unprepared, innocent, amazed.

I wandered in a misty park overlooking Prague and the river, talking about scripts and meanings, listening to strange stories, searching in tree trunks for lost treasures - that wasn't real life, I was in one of those movies you see, love and forget as time goes by but remain stored somewhere in the memory.

I also attended New Europe 2009, a Contemporary Dance Festival. I must admit, after a few bad experiences, these new forms of art scare me and I tend to avoid them, thank god they persuaded me to go! Some of it made me think, some of it made me laugh, some of it made me sleepy but nothing moved me as much as the last performance - it started funny and, gradually and powerfully, moved to the tragic ending; it was out of pure embarrassment I managed not to cry my eyes out. It took me some 20 minutes to recover and say a few words about it, and still, my eyes filled with tears.

Some other special things I did:

• Went to a Mongolian restaurant and cried over a spicy shrimp soup.
• Drank tequila shots with salt and lemon, sitting with a Czech and a black Russian around a half-lit kitchen table.
• Went to an Erasmus party and, surprisingly enough, met a Polish whose first degree was on Greek Philology.
• Read Hemingway's For Whom The Bell Tolls.
• Drank buckets of tea.
• Cursed the incompetence of my camera.
• Went for 3 days, stayed almost one week.
  

In Nis, twice

These last two months, I went to Nis twice. Neither of them was my first visit to the city. First time, I went to Nis in April, as a part of my Balkan tour. Though I spent there only two days, I managed to see the basics. Went to the Castle, climbed up the wall and looked at Nisava River unfolding at our feet, had a few beers in a bar there after our night wanderings in the city centre, drank a coffee in a park with thermal springs and visited the Skull Tower and the Red Concentration Camp.

This time, I decided to leave the undoubtedly strong past of Nis outside my schedule and mostly concentrated on just being in the city. Not that its past does not influence the present. Nis is a ghost city - the city lights go on and off as if the ghosts' invisible hands play with imaginary switches.

So, what did I do? I felt and lived and was happy, even if this happiness did not last as long as I originally thought (and hoped). The rest, more tangible and easily describable things, might sound irrelevant, maybe uninteresting, but it is because of them that Nis will stay with me.

• The smell of baked peppers; it was ajvar period, there were red peppers everywhere and in the yards, people sitting next to big cauldrons stirred the boiling red pulp.
• The small, narrow cafe that was all inspired and made out of a tram wagon.
• The big underground market that spread under the city centre and the street market next to the Castle, with the unbelievably narrow paths.
• The huge latte that would take me three hours to drink, in a cafe of the Main Square, where me and my laptop would go to work every morning.
• The waitress that asked me to teach her some words in Greek.
• Learnt a few words in Serbian (which I have totally forgotten now).
  
• Missed the chance to climb on a terrace and spend a few moments high above the ground, with some good company and a Drina cigarette.
• Quarreled and almost cried during a sad discussion about the Balkans.
  
• A rainy night, I went to a kind of rock band contest in an underground bar.
• Saw the biggest DVD collection ever.
  

2 Months in Bratislava

So, it's been two months I live in Bratislava (already!), I suppose it's time I said a few things.

Whatever people told me about Bratislava before my coming here was more or less inaccurate. Yes, Bratislava is a small city, but the centre is sweet and cute, all paved, with narrow streets surrounded by old, beautiful buildings with patios that lead from one place to the other. What I most enjoy are the random statues in the streets that I mistook for real people the first days. I can still stand the cold (or I got used to it, or I froze and went numb and don't feel it anymore). It snowed only once, in November - it was 3 in the morning, we were in the empty centre, all old buildings were lit, some candles were left in the corners of the streets (it was All Souls' Day the previous day) and the snowflakes were dancing around in the silence; it was beautiful.

I live not so far from the city centre, in a cute house (that looks like it has jumped out of some IKEA catalogue), with my brother. I understand he probably needs time to get used to the new data and I want to be supportive, sometimes though I can't help feeling like I am his mother (definitely not his flatmate!). This can be funny, like when I spent my morning cooking what he had asked, only for him to come home and announce he had already eaten, but it can also be very frustrating - hey, I am not Wonder Woman, I would appreciate some support too! Anyway, at least I have the chance to discover in a safe way what it would be like to have kids and I finally understand (in a much smaller scale) what parents go through - poor people!

The first people I met here were Greeks, but soon I met more and I usually hang out with people from various countries - Slovaks included. I still haven't found a job as I wanted it, but I partially blame my laziness for that. But, as I have kept my book review job, no harm done. I am also trying to figure out what to do with my life in general, now that some new data came up unexpectedly.

And some random things:

• My first days playlist was a non-stop repetition of Tu Cafe, No Hay Nadie Como Tu and Le Vent Nous Portera.
• I usually drink Chestnut Latte.
• I finally finished Tom Robbins' Skinny Legs and All.
• I went to Cerveny Kamen and almost got lost in the forest.
• I went to a student disco -with white smoke, bubbles etc- where I discovered my inclination to a new dance :)

Some more romance...

Kiss by the Hotel de Ville, Robert Doisneau, 1950

High Fidelity

Top 5 books:

1. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
2. Sirens of Titan - Kurt Vonnegut
3. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
4. Original Sins - Lisa Alther
5. Lord of the Flies - William Golding

Honorary mentions:
1. Half asleep in our frog pyjamas - Tom Robbins
2. Song of Solomon - Toni Morrison
3. The House of the Spirits - Isabel Allende

Top 5 films:

1. Underground
2. Le Fabuleux destin d' Amelie Poulain
3. Requiem for a Dream
4. Pan's Labyrinth
5. Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind

Honorary mentions:
1. Love Actually
2. Mary and Max
3. Cinema Paradiso

Top 5 TV Shows:

1. Friends
2. Sex and the City
3. How I Met Your Mother
   
4. Monk
5. The Big Bang Theory

Honorary mention:
1. Heroes (Season 1 is simply amazing!)

Top 5 (European) Cities:

1. Prague, Czech Republic
2. Montpellier, France
3. Nafplio, Greece
4. Sarajevo, Bosnia & Herzegovina
   
5. Istanbul, Turkey
   

Internet Addiction

I am not a technology person.

My first I-didn't-just-look-at-it-I-also-pressed-some-buttons contact with computers was at 17, when, once per week, I would go to a net cafe and chat, in an effort to practice english. It was fun, until someone I had already chatted a few times with, suddenly pretended he didn't know me and started swearing. Whatever.

I got my first computer at 19 and didn't really dare touch it. The first time I had a problem, I pressed Help and typed a well-structured, coherent question to the little devil that inhabited inside the machine and made it work. Then, a friend of mine -student of Informatics- informed me that there is no button one can press and make it explode. With that valuable piece of information, I started experimenting. Soon, not only did I get used to it, but my parents got the impression I am some kind of technology guru (I wasn't, it's just that they were even worse than me).

I knew the terms Computer Addiction and Internet Addiction, but never really cared, until my mother came to visit us about 2 weeks ago. She complained that I spend far too much time in front of the screen. I didn't believe her but I decided to check (online! - Info here, here, here and here) what the symptoms of Internet Addiction are. I share my new knowledge with you:

• Using online services everyday without any skipping.
• Increasing amount of time spent online.
• Losing track of time when online.
• Feeling happy when online, craving for more time, feeling restless when not online.
• Feeling guilty and lying about the amount of time spent online.
• Neglecting friends and family.
• Others complaining about the time spent online.
• Computer use interfering with job performance.
• Headaches, bachaches, changes of sleeping pattern.
  

Should I add that I had almost all of them? And that some of my friends had them too? Only thing left to do: Just log off. Real life is so much better.

Candy Cigarette

(c) Sally Mann

Likes and Dislikes

I like (in random order):

Children/Teens/YA books. Coincidences. Sparkling wine. Literature. Daydreaming. Balkans. Harry Potter. Walking barefoot. Making lists. Theatre. Traveling. Painting my toe nails. Linguistics. Sleeping. Tom Robbins. Tomatoes. Cats. Fresh squeezed orange juice. Cinema. Discussions. Comics. Laughing till my belly aches. Strawberries. Feminism. Looking in wikiquote.org for random quotes. Bowling. Woody Allen. Soups. Confessions and secrets. Flea markets. Translation. Rivers. Mojito. Animated films. Writing. Ladybugs. Grammar. Dancing. Second-hand shops. Cooking. Supermarkets. Languages. Crying at sad movies/books. Inventing new words. Shoes.

I don't like (random order again):

Cold. Racists-sexists-fascists. "Twilight". Broccoli. Rudeness. Pigeons. Paulo Coelho. Mosquito bites. Arrogance. Diets. Driving. Luis Bunuel. Grasshoppers. Melons. Washing the dishes. Pretention. Red wine. Grapefruits.

I don't understand:

Theoretical vegetarianism. Organized religion. Some forms of stupidity. People (sometimes). Technology.

Wisdom teeth!

A few months ago, I realized that something feels different in my mouth and, after a short visit to the mirror, I saw that one of my wisdom teeth is coming out. First, I started jumping all around like crazy, then I called my mother to tell her the big news. My sister didn't really share my joy - she rolled her eyes and said "What's the big deal, I had all four when I was 20", at which I happily answered "New tooth! New tooth!"

My joy was somehow shattered a couple of days later, when I discovered that my second wisdom tooth is also coming out and realized that maybe I should have them removed - after all, that's what almost all the people I know did. But, you know me, worry didn't send me to the dentist (it did make me though wash my teeth more often). Till now, I am fine, I sometimes feel a little bit of pain but I have found my medicine: chewing gums - don't know how or why, but it really works!

At some point, I also remembered that someone had once told me that, nowadays, wisdom teeth are totally useless to the human species and those who do not have them at all are more "evolved" than the rest of us common people. I tried to reconcile with this, but finally decided to google it and see if it's true. Here is what I found:

The third molars (=wisdom teeth) helped our ancestors chew hard food and also served as a backup when the rest of the teeth were lost. Yes, third molars are pretty much useless today, as our nutrition does not include tough roots/raw meat and dental care allows us preserve our teeth for a long-long time. Nevertheless, not having them probably does not signify any evolutionary step, since no-wisdom-teeth holders live/reproduce as much and are as strong as the rest of us, thus they do not have any evolutionary advantage. (More info here and here)

However, I can't help but think: if life becomes like those fantasy/sci-fi movies, when everything is destroyed and people have to survive like animals, then we'll see who is evolved and who is not!

Life on Facebook

For no reason at all, apart from my tendency to procrastination, I decided today to write down all the statuses I had posted on Facebook the previous months. Unfortunately, they don't have (yet) a "Show only status" button and I had to search my entire wall, pressing repeatedly "Older posts". It is a pity I couldn't go back more than March, because I discovered a new, interesting and original approach of seeing my life.

Till February 2009: I remember I was taking all kinds of stupid tests, who always gave me stupid results and I had to remove them afterwards one by one. Why would anyone make public that in their previous life they were blood-sucking mosquitoes or that their "Heroes" alter ego is Ando - no superpowers but, still, good sidekick? I also found all my lost classmates (though I am sure that if we ever meet in person, we won't even say "hi") and I played some games, which I got bored of soon.

March 2009 - June 2009: My Facebook activities consist of finding and being found by friends, tagging and being tagged in photos, joining groups, writing on friends' walls. Nothing special - all that Facebook has to offer has not been revealed to me yet.


July 2009: Sadness and disappointment. Status 1: Tired / Status 2: Sophia is a SuperGirl and SuperGirls don't cry / Status 3: Je ne veux pas travailler, je ne veux pas dejeuner, je veux seulement l'oublier et puis je fume. That month also appears the one and only test I publish and do not remove ("What work of literature you are?"), only because I am my all-time favorite "One Hundred Years of Solitude". Here it goes: Anything is possible, right? I mean ANYTHING! Hell, you might sprout wings and fly away or you might live to see seven generations of your own family carry your name, only to be wiped away in one fell swoop. You might conquer foreign lands, travel through time, see a ghost, be a ghost... it doesn't matter. If you can dream it, you can make it reality.

August 2009: Facebook's belief in me and my superpowers subconsciously influences me and a wind of change blows. My statuses spread waves of curiosity to my 340 friends. Status 1: Sophia is thinking of taking that big, huge, enormous step / Status 2: omg! / Status 3: Sophia will take that big, huge, enormous step. My social life also improves and photos proving my participation in several events are daily added. Moreover, I fill my Notes with poems I like. I also discover the "Like" button and press it like a maniac. What Facebook does not reveal is that, amid organizing my future, socializing, reading poetry and keeping my virtual company posted, I also find time to work.

September 2009: End of August, the Fortune Cookie advises me to "look for new outlets for my own creative abilities", so I abandon literature, I empty my LivingSocial bookshelf and, with some help from YouTube, I start posting songs I like. Facebook predicts that I will get married 3 Oct 2010, provoking feelings of disappointment to my sister who manages to hide her bitterness after taking revenge by tagging me as "political guru" and "phone bill: $647.39". Moreover, my friend connections reach a higher level and now we play with statuses and comments. Status 1: Η Βάσια δεν θυμάται πού έχει παρκάρει, αλλά εγώ που θα κοιμηθώ μόνη μου τι φταίω????????? / Status 2: Tomorrow at last ! (+ inspiring "At last or at lust?" comment) / Status 3: Sophia has no fucking idea.


October 2009: Status 1: Sophia n'a pas peur de la route, tout ira bien :) / Status 2: Sophia arrived in Bratislava / Status 3: Αύριο είναι η μέρα που ξεκινάει αφού κοιμηθείς και ξυπνήσεις / Status 4: Αυτό θα πει ολοκλήρωση! Επιτέλους απέκτησα νούμερο τηλ που ξεκινάει από 090 :p / Status 5: Μάνα (που έρχεται αύριο με το αεροπλάνο): Να φέρω κουραμπιέδες? Αδερφή: Όχι, θα τους περάσουν για άνθρακα. This month, it's my Facebook moment of glory, as I get quoted (status 3, followed by another quotation, in comment form this time: Ο βραδινός ύπνος είναι αυτός που πέφτεις και κλείνεις κεφάλαιο).

That's how it goes till now, more or less. I feel I have a long way ahead still, as I do not know yet what "poke" is, nor can I compete with some of my friends who have groups dedicated to them! However, for the time being, I am totally absorbed in my status frenzy. And, moments before posting it, I announce you what my next status will be:

Twitter, anyone?

How it all started

First, it was that sperm that beat all the others and united with a specific ovary, creating my XX chromosomes.

Or, maybe, it was much before that - when the Big Bang caused a series of events that resulted in a cosmic soup that boiled and boiled until it gave birth to the first organisms, which slowly and gradually evolved into the human species.

Or was it later? Maybe it was that decisive moment, when I saw in the map the size of my country compared to the rest of the world, put my finger on a random place and wondered what it looked like. Or maybe it was when my parents persuaded me that I should learn English in order to " be able to communicate with those who do not speak Greek". It could even be a result of the first Lonely Planet documentary I watched, when it dawned to me that traveling could be something more than big hotels, tourist groups and monument lists.

Anyway.

The point is, I got the traveling bug as a kid. However, my early wish of visiting, feeling and understanding other places and people evolved into a desire of living them as an insider. At 20, my imaginary future self was translating books and traveled around the world with her laptop, every year in a different place. Then, in a race of collecting points so as to be more competitive in the job market and in a swirl of friends settling down "cos this is how it is", all this was forgotten - until this year, when a series of unfortunate events led me back to myself, helped me remember and re-invent my dreams and made me realize that it is now or never.

So. I postpone my Master and go live my adventure, starting from Bratislava. I may succeed, I may not, but damn me if I don't try! After all, as they say, "if you don't ask, the answer will always be no".

Some romance...

30+1 Things About Me

1. I sleep a lot, and when I say a lot, I mean A LOT...
2. ...and, usually, I see the most amazing dreams.
3. For years, I did not dare take an IQ test, because I was afraid of the results.
4. I give 100% of myself (to the point of obsession) when I find something worthy or challenging enough, but...
   
5. ...I get easily bored.
   
6. I never thought it would take me such a long time to get my university degree.
7. I love it when people tell me their secrets.
8. I think that hate is the worst feeling - makes you go paranoid.
9. Big grasshoppers terrify me.
10. I get passionate in "serious" discussions and I get loud without realizing it.
11. The longest I've been waiting for a man was 7 months; he never came back.
    
12. I am usually late.
13. I have dyed my hair only once (bright red) but I don't think I'll do it ever again.
14. I rarely get really angry - thankfully, because when it happens, those who see me, get scared.
15. I love tomatoes.
16. Sometimes, I have great ideas but I never write them down and I forget them.
17. I do not like red wine.
18. People who accompany me in book bazaars get really bored because I have to see everything.
19. I prefer reading children's books.
20. I am the living proof that riding a bike can be forgotten.
21. I got my driver's license only because I learnt that I could add it to my CV. I haven't driven since.
22. I want to visit India, Latin America and Iceland.
23. Not only do I suck at geography...
24. ...but I also plan my trips without looking on the map.
    
25. Purple is my favorite color.
26. I always pick up the coins I find on the street.
27. I admit that I like watching Hollywood movies.
28. I love Hangman but nobody plays with me because I take it too seriously.
29. I passionately dislike Paulo Coelho.
30. I have never seen Titanic.
31. After #15, I had to ask for help in order to finish this note.