Athens: a home

Athens is a home. A city as beautiful as it is ugly. A beloved mistress and a whore. The place where light and darkness love each other for ever. Always torn between what could have been and what is. Like a love story that died too soon. The memories are present, the lost potential still hurts, the actual absence leaves one numb and lonely. The ancient ruins appear as if on their own will, like weeds in abandoned buildings. When you live that close to the ancient temples, you become part of the experience. Tourists look at you, trying to figure out if you’re an exact copy of the past or a cheap replica. Having lived in other parts of the world, I find Athens to be the most honest. Existing in confusion of who she really is, like a girl that refuses to grow yet she’s full of experience. She doesn’t hide her many faces, she is as fascinating as she is vicious. I guess it’s the price she pays for never being boring. <a href="https://medium.com/scuzzbucket/athens-a-home-8765008977d8">Read More</a>