Δευτέρα, 10 Ιανουαρίου 2011

West Side Story

There is one thing I immensely appreciate in Greece. These bright, sunny winter days. You can sit in the sun and your face gets reddish and you feel warm and the sun energises your whole body! This was the weather like in the weekend.

We took advantage of it and went in the near by mountain. Our mountain is full of twists and turns, rocks, wild olive and pine trees... Sitting on a rock, contemplating my life. Walking and watching the dog run happily through the bushes, it's like she's smiling with her big tongue hanging from her mouth... It's these little moments that make life worthy.

I am here now and I think back. I used to live in the center, above a big highway. Then I moved to the center in a little appartment. All I could see around the house was concrete walls. Then, again in the center but this time higher, I could see the sky and trees where just outside my window. And now... I live in the "Wild West" of Athens. And - having the dog - makes me go out and discover the great big mountain which lies in my back yard...


If the places I've lived in mirror my evolution, then I've come a long way. From the dirty streets I have slowly moved to a muddy, green, rocky soil! Quiet and serene. There are even herds of sheep up there! And big fat rabbits! And partridges!

I call it evolution. Some people think it goes the other way around. Whole generations of people thought evolution were going from their small villages to the great city, but things have changed over the years... 

It's nature which shows us we are rich. And there is Nature to be discovered out there... Even in your back yard sometimes...

PS. The last photo is taken by antonisartheart, my favorite photographer...

2 σχόλια:

  1. Ελίνα, καλή χρονιά!
    Η αλήθεια είναι πως κι εγώ αναρωτιέμαι πως τα κατάφερα τόσα χρόνια και ζούσα στο σκονισμένο, θορυβώδες και ανήσυχο κέντρο μιας πόλης.
    Άριστα έπραξες και πήγες στην άγρια Δύση.
    Φιλιά.

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  2. Ένας από τους λόγους που μένω επαρχία και ποτέ, ποτέ, ποτέ, δεν πρόκειται να μείνω ξανά στην Αθήνα. Η ποιότητα ζωής δεν συγκρίνεται.

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