July dawned on Greece ominously; with shuttered banks and shattered dreams and a huge dept and a default and an upcoming referendum and queues by worried pensioners in front of the few banks that opened to facilitate people with no debit cards (in Greece, elderly pensioners without debit cards are the majority) and faintings and panic and the very real possibility of an exit from the eurozone and the EU and the unnerving uncertainty of what tomorrow may bring.
Conversations become intense – drama was after all invented here – sleep becomes troubled, plans become short-term, revolving around a YES or a NO and the knowledge that such a crucial decision now, for the first time, falls upon the people – not their elected representatives. A burden too heavy for some, an unprecedented privilege for others. A question with no straight forward answer.
But then you wake up to these (at least, if you are a lucky holidaymaker):
And wonder what the hell has happened to this country.
Then you take a deep breath, embrace the beauty and go on living. Yes or no, in our out, rain or shine (but mostly shine).
Greetings from troubled, wonderful Greece.