EL OTRO PAÍS CON RAYAS AZULES Y BLANCAS EN LA BANDERA

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Nuestro norte es el sur — Our north is the south

I was in Uruguay from April 14th to 27th!

It was my first time to cross the Atlantic, indeed the farthest I’d been from home since my last time in Australia in 2002.

What took me to the second-smallest country in South America was yet another you-only-pay-30%-of-travel-costs European youth project. This one’s called Grassroots Youth Democracy. In it, youth from Greece, Italy, Ecuador, Uruguay, India and Mauritius will participate in joint research on the water context of each participating country, which in turn will culminate in a media product and relevant campaign to raise awareness on the issue of water as a basic human right and common good.

Grassroots Youth Democracy is separated in phases and will take most of our time for the rest of 2015. Phase 1, which was the purpose of the trip I just came back from, was a week-long seminar on water rights in general. Participants had the chance to make presentations of what the water context in their specific countries is, and we also made a first draft of the plan we’re going to use for organising this international campaign between ourselves: who’s gonna do what, what our research methodology will be, what we’re going to with the data etc. After all, co-ordinating a local team can be hard; one strewn across four different continents? Yeah.

Phase 2 will take place in May in Rome and will consist of a media seminar: teaching the participants how to use a camera, do interviews, edit videos, update a website and such things I have the skills to help with. Thank you, University of the Aegean!

Phase 3, which will start right after Rome and last until mid-July, will have the participants from the extra-EU countries come to Greece or Italy and do a field research on the water situation in the respective country, that is collect data for articles, videos and other material to be used in the campaign. There will be interviews with NGOs, analysing stats and delving into the unique water-specific problems of that country. In Greece, for example, the participants will look into what happened with EYATH and its privatisation and how it was avoided by the resistance of the civil society through the 2014 unofficial referendum. They will also research the problem of the lack of drinking water in some Greek islands, such as Aegina, and the sometimes even more problematic solutions corrupted authorities have come up with to alleviate the situation. These are just some examples.

Phase 4 will start right after Phase 3 and last until September. Basically it will be like Phase 3, only the other way around: the Italians and the Greeks, of which there’s four of each, will do the same kind of field research in pairs in Uruguay, Ecuador, Mauritius and India. This is when I’m going back to Uruguay for two months, during the southern heart of winter! No Greek summer for me this year.

After all the above, we’ll collect all the data we’ll have got and make something out of it: a small book, an online database, a documentary, a social media assault… a little bit of everything. This will be our awareness campaign (and I hope it will end up a little bit more exciting than I’m afraid I’m making it sound here.) There will be a final conference/presentation of results but not a lot is known about it yet.

To be perfectly honest, Phase 1 in Montevideo, the one that just finished, needed more outdoors activities. The presentations and material discussed on water issues were interesting and our team-building was successful, but after a certain point I found it hard to concentrate on Powerpoint after Powerpoint and group brain-storming activity after group brain-storming activity. Being in the same room for hours on end with little chance of going out in the warm Autumn sun apart from during the short coffee breaks and the lunch (which was admittedly DELICIOUS and very vegetarian-friendly—THANK YOU CRAZY MARIO, cook of La Fonda!) made it much worse. During the first few days we saw practically zero of the city and at the end of each session I felt much more exhausted than I believe I should have.

No matter. In the end it was a valuable getting-to-know-you with the team and we did some important work. We will just have to work hard from here on out.

…what? You want to read about Montevideo and Uruguay, NOT the seminar? What are you, crazy?!

OK, get this: Uruguay is an extremely interesting country, given its small size and low importance on the grand scale of things. Sorry, let me rephrase that, because everything that’s ever taken place on this planet is of extremely low importance on the grand scale of things—low importance as far as human societies go; countries, politics… you know, that sort of thing. I mean, what do you know about Uruguay?

What I knew was that the country’s (now ex-) president donated 90% of his salary to charity and generally lived super simply, and that recently they legalised marijuana. That’s pretty much everything /r/worldnews would let through the filter. Ahem…

Let me tell you: both of these things are true.

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Mujica with his three-legged dog and some maté. More on that in a sec.

José “Pepe” Mujica is seen as a bit of a populist in Uruguay itself, but here  are eight reasons why he should be missed by the rest of us, according to The Independent:

1.  He donated 90% of his salary to charity.
2. And lived on a farm.
3. He drives a 1987 VW Beetle.
4. And picks up hitch-hikers.
5. He legalised marijuana.
6. He leaves the economy in rude health.
7. He’s just not like other politicians
8. And all that after being shot six times and being put in jail for 14 years for opposing the country’s former dictatorship.

Have a look at the article for a few more details, it’s worth it. What are the chances a guy like this could ever be the leader of your country?

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SWIM doing a preparation of a special Uruguayan herbal incense.

Now, that other thing. “You know that in Uruguay marijuana was recently legalised, don’t you?”, said one of the Uruguayan participants to me before I could even ask her anything about it. “Everybody does it here. Even ten years ago people in suits would light one up after work. The thing is, you can’t go somewhere to buy it. Not like that. You have to be a resident and a member of a marijuana club if you want to purchase it. But many people have a little plant or two at home and will soon offer you some!”

I suppose the above is true for young people, but who knows? It didn’t seem to me that marijuana use was 100% socially accepted in Uruguay, there must be some controversy remaining, but it looked close to it. I say they have the right idea. There really is zero reason marijuana should be as illegal as it is in such big part of the world. Zero. Addiction-related issues, whenever they arise, should be treated medically and psychologically, similar to the way alcoholism is treated, not be a matter of concern for law enforcement. This system has already been adopted in a lot of countries.  Have a look at this map caught from the wikipedia article on the legality of cannabis around the world:

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But there’s a bit more to Uruguay than that.

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What does this flag remind you of? They have the same number of stripes, too. Want another fun fact that goes with the similarity between the flags? Both Uruguay and Greece  were de facto created in 1828. But, as I learned recently, the Greek flag as we know it now was standardised during the military dictatorship. Before that it used to be simply this:

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This was the state flag and the one we use now was the merchant and national flag, before the former was abolished completely.

Back to the other country with blue and white stripes on its flag.

Uruguay-Map

Uruguay’s name comes from the river forming the natural border between it and Argentina. It is the indigenous Guaraní language for “the river where the painted birds live.” Beautiful image, isn’t it? It flows out into the that bay to the left of the map, the famous Río de la Plata — the river plate. It’s a hallmark and a point of reference for both Argentina and Uruguay. Some consider this formation more of a river delta than a bay, but really it’s somewhere in between: in Montevideo and even as far out as Punta del Este, the water is much less salty than normal. There’s no clear point where the río ends and the sea starts. Truly a unique formation.

Next: a brief overview of the country in video form. This video was funded by the Uruguayan Ministry of Tourism. I’m serious.

Uruguay es el mejor país: Uruguay is the best country. A semiotically complete touristic message if I ever saw one. We should try something like that back home.

In fact, there’s plenty of other policy “novelties” this country has going for it we should be trying out in Greece. Barring the relatively high cost of living, the not-too-great wages and the kind of plain landscapes (heh), in a few ways it really is one of the best countries out there. For a start, they have managed to stave off privatisation of their public sector almost completely, only selling off their mobile phone operators. Water itself has become a constitutionally-reserved state-managed human right since a relevant referendum was conducted in 2004. That’s impressive no matter what way you look at it. In addition, same-sex marriage has been legal for two years.

All the above together puts most of the “progressive world” to shame, let alone our backwards little country called Greece. Then again, Uruguay is a secular society, in stark contrast to our country where the embarrassingly rich church is still constitutionally connected to the state, which, just to remind you, means that Orthodox Christianity is taught at schools, priests are paid with our hard-earned IMF and European loan money (and pay no tax in return) and the country is still, for all intents and purposes, exclusively Orthodox. I won’t get started with nationalism and Greek superiority/inferiority complexes…

Tell me, how many people would you imagine enjoy the benefits of living in this little country? It’s whole population is barely that of Athens at ~3.5 million people, with roughly half of that concentrated in Montevideo. This bit surprised me, because I’ve always thought of South America as the land of mega cities. To illustrate, nearby Buenos Aires has a metro population of almost 4 times that of Uruguay as a whole, and Sao Paulo, which isn’t such a long way away either, is close to 6 times that.

For its modest count of human residents, this small country is the holder of a different record: it has the most cattle-per-capita ratio in the world: there are roughly 3.59 Uruguayan cows for each Uruguayan person. Impressive as that may be, note that this number still collectively accounts for just ~1% of global bovine populations.

Gauchos -- Argentinian/Uruguayan cowboys
Gauchos — Argentinian/Uruguayan cowboys

With so much mooing going on, you’d think the guys would have some decent yogurt. Nope… Even the “integral” yogurt, the one most similar to consistency to the ones we enjoy in Greece, contained sugar. This reminded me of Bulgaria, which most Bulgarians claim to have fantastic yogurt—supposedly very successful and sought after in South Korea. Needless to say, this legendary Bulgarian dairy product is nowhere to be found, or perhaps I tried it and just couldn’t tell the difference. What can I say, years of straggisto are bound to leave a mark.

Not all Uruguayan products are shoddy, though. Far from it. Mate (pronounced máte) is for Uruguayans what frappé is for Greeks, or, according to some Greeks, what it used to be, as freddo espressos have become more popular. Mate is an invigorating hot drink, like coffee or tea, ideally shared among a circle of friends. People drink it in wooden cups that slightly look like coconut shells but are made of gourd (or calabash). In it they drink the mate herb tea, which they infuse with hot water poured from a thermos and refill many times. It is drunk with a metal straw-like instrument called a bombilla (pronounced bombisha in Rioplatense Spanish). In the video below you can see an English speaker preparing mate.

I think I’ve written enough for now. I congratulate you if you made it this far! Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure, half of which are taken by me and the others by Martina.

Punta del Este
Punta del Este, a stop on the Greek team’s Atlantic Coast single-day road trip.
The wake of Eduarno Galeano. We were lucky (?) enough to have just arrived in the country when this great person passed away.
The wake of Eduarno Galeano. We were lucky (?) enough to have just arrived in the country when this great person passed away.
Street Art Montevideo
Street Art Montevideo
The view from Faro José Ignacio.
The view from Faro José Ignacio.
Plaza de Independencia
Plaza de Independencia
Each night a different team of participants had to prepare dinner... one of the highlights of the seminar for me.
Each night a different team of participants had to prepare dinner… one of the highlights of the seminar for me.
Enjoying empanadas with part of the group.
Enjoying empanadas with part of the group.
Quino and a quote by Eduardo Galeano:
Decoration at the Posada al Sur. A sketch by Quino and a quote by Eduardo Galeano: “Joy requires more courage than sorrow, for, at the end of the day, sorrow we’re accustomed to.”
Martina could easily pass for an Uruguana like this!
Martina could easily pass for an Uruguana like this!
Candombe
Candombe, the beat of the Montevideo night.
View on the Posada terrace and old Montevideo--that's where the seminar took place.
View on the Posada terrace and old Montevideo, where the seminar took place. Unfortunately, not upstairs on the terrace.

For dessert:

There is a Milonga at the centre of Montevideo, a public place where people of all ages meet a few times per week to dance and learn Tango.

The song below can be heard most evening at the Milonga and, as I was told, features in the playlists of most tango meetings. It’s called the “Greek tango.” I’m sure you know it.

TYPED WITH THE THUMBS

Here I am lying in bed typing away on my new Huawei g620 S. A few days ago I was in Alsos listening to Mysterious Universe and decided it was time to do it, take the plunge. Like they saySmartphones are tools. What could I end up doing with having one in my own hands after all this time of resisting? It’s convenient, sure, but It’s also an experiment for myself, for judging how far down the rabbit hole I will allow myself to go.

It all came together nicely, since my mother hadn’t used her bonus from Cosmote, the little bait they use for making you renew with them (I haven’t forgotten that I hate them, just so you know) so I got it for pretty cheap. Similar to how i got many of my phones in the past. Come to think of it, I wonder how many different phones I’ve used or owned in my life. Must be close to ten by now. Jesus. How worthless tech has come to be. It has come to this!

Anyway. Typing this with my thumbs feels weird. Having my own smartphone feels weird. Well, it’s not useable as a phone yet cause my old SIM card wasn’t mini enough to use in this new hi-tech gadget. I don’t get it. My older phones were all smaller in size. It’s not like it won’t fit. Anywho, I’m enjoying having a smartphone that doesn’t yet work as a phone. That was the idea actually, but iPod touches aren’t getting any newer and I got this one almost for free, after all.

I have to admit. For all that I wanted to dive into the app world, the permissions I have to allow for each one of them and my rights to privacy I’m obliged to blithely forfeit makes me uncomfortable. I know I do so all the time without blinking an eye during the whole rest of life but… Do people just get used to it? I mean, the app I’m using to type this out right now has my password for accessing the admin page of this blog, and it’s not as if it’s developed by WordPressi itself…

Not to mention of course Google and it’s thing for wanting to know everything all the time. How is a man to choose between using a new account for all this or electing to make his invisible secret file with Google THAT much more complete? Connecting my Google search, YouTube past and everything else with an always traceable device that can snoop even more juicy data even more efficiently?

But then taking selfies with geotagging is cool. No really, I tried it, it’s like magic. All about this gadget is like magic. Is it smoke and mirrors or perhaps something more substantial?

I feel as if this post can be the first in a series of posts about smartphones. I’m declaring this right now cause I’m sleepy. Twilight (the app!) worked as intended… Google, I’m now going to sleep, just in case you missed that

LAST STAR TO THE RIGHT, AND STRAIGHT ON ‘TIL MORNING

Last star to the right, and straight on ’til morning from Les Zooms Verts on Vimeo.

In August 2013 I was in France. I wrote a post about it, too, and made a video quite different from the one above.

Last star to the right, and straight on ’til morning, or Dernière étoile à droite, tout droit jusqu’au matin as is its original title, is an iteration of what took place there.

I randomly appear a number of times on the film but my best contribution are the final words in it. If you don’t want to watch the rest of it (I suggest you do) and would rather just listen to my silky voice full of ums talking about our creating today the civilization of tomorrow, go to 40:43.

 

 

 

EARWORM GARDEN // MUSE — KNIGHTS OF CYDONIA

Youtube comment of the month: “Is that four Varys’ on the cover?”

Randomly started singing this today while changing trains in Thessaloniki. I remember a time when I was trying to learn the bass line to this. I still keep trying to sing the bass line.

REVIEW: ΑΪΒΑΛΙ

ΑϊβαλίΑϊβαλί by Soloúp

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Το αγόρασα για τη μάνα μου· το διάβασα πριν προλάβει να το ανοίξει μεν, αλλά άφησα και αρκετό χρόνο στο μεταξύ για να μην φαίνεται ότι της το αγόρασα κυρίως για να το διαβάσω εγώ δε! Καλό αυτό με τους γονείς!

Ας ξεκινήσω λέγοντας ότι είχα γνωρίσει μέσω της Πολιτισμικής Τεχνολογίας τον Soloúp από κοντά πριν αρκετά χρόνια—πάνε έξι σίγουρα—στην Μυτιλήνη την οποία περιγράφει στην αρχή του βιβλίου. Ήταν για την παρουσίαση του «Είναι κανείς εγώ;». Είχα εντυπωσιαστεί από την απλότητα του, με την καλή έννοια πάντα, και από την συμπάθεια που μου ενέπνευσε, κι από τότε τον διάβαζα περιστασιακά και απολάμβανα τις εύστοχες γελοιογραφίες του με θέμα την επικαιρότητα. So, I’m biased! Πίσω στην Μυτιλήνη: έχοντας κι εγώ μια πολύ ιδιαίτερη σχέση με αυτή την πόλη, έχοντας ζήσει εκεί πέντε απ’τα καλύτερα μου χρόνια, ένιωσα αμέσως τι ήθελε να πει ο ποιητής.

Γιατί κι εγώ πέρασα Απέναντι όσο ήμουν εκεί. Τρεις φορές επισκέφθηκα το Αϊβαλί όσο έμενα στην Μυτιλήνη, και μια φορά πήγα στην Τζούντα/Μοσχονήσι. Και η δική μου οικογένεια, μέρος της τουλάχιστον, διώχθηκε από τη Σμύρνη, και από εδώ που βρίσκομαι τώρα, από τη Νέα Σμύρνη, αναρωτιέμαι και μαζί με την μητέρα μου το παρελθόν των συγγενών από έναν άλλο κόσμο. Πριν 2 χρόνια ανοίξαμε για πρώτη φορά ένα γράμμα  που το είχε γράψει ο θείος απλά για να καταγραφούν κάπως όσα έζησε τις ημέρες της Μικρασιατικής Καταστροφής. Η μάνα μου δεν το είχε ανοίξει ποτέ επειδή ήξερε ότι θα συγκινήθει.

Τώρα που το σκέφτομαι, όλη μου η οικογένεια, απ’όλες τις μπάντες, έχει το στοιχείο του ξεριζωμού: η αυστραλέζικη οικογένεια του πατέρα μου δεν ήταν πάντα αυστραλέζικη· ξεριζώθηκαν από διαφορετικά μέρη της Βρετανίας για να μεταναστεύσουν για τους δικούς τους λόγους στην άλλη άκρη της Γης. Ο πατέρας μου, με τη σειρά του, εγκατέλειψε τον Νέο Κόσμο για να έρθει στον Παλιό, στον πολύ Παλιό. Ο έλληνας παππούς μου ήταν από την Κλειτορία Αχαΐας, όμως στον πόλεμο το χωριό του καταστράφηκε από τους Γερμανούς (και μετά δούλευε για τη Siemens και η μάνα μου έγινε καθηγήτρια Γερμανικών… αυτό κι αν θα πει έλλειψη προκαταλήψεων!) και έπρεπε να έρθει στην Αθήνα, όπου βέβαια γνώρισε τη γιαγιά μου στη Νέα Σμύρνη. Όλη μου η πρόσφατη οικογενειακή ιστορία είναι μια διαρκής μετανάστευση, γι’αυτό το Αϊβαλί μου μίλησε βαθιά.

Και δεν είναι τι μου είπε. Είναι πώς το είπε. Με τόση ευαισθησία, σεβασμό στην ακρίβεια στην πηγή αλλά και διαφορετική ερμηνεία και παραλλαγή όπου χρειαζόταν· αρμονία· όμορφα σχέδια, με βάθος, όχι τεχνικό απαραίτητα, αλλά αλληγορικό, αυτό το intuitive αντί του sensing. Επίσης είχε, και φάνηκε πολύ, απεριόριστη αγάπη γι’αυτό το κομμάτι της ιστορίας το οποίο τόσο πολύ έχουμε ξεχάσει τόσο σύντομα, για την ιστορία της ειρηνικής συνύπαρξης που διακόπηκε από τους πολέμους και την Ανταλλαγή. Αλλά έτσι λένε, πως οι τρίτης γενιάς και μετά επιθυμούν πραγματικά να ψάξουν τις ρίζες τους μετά από τέτοια τραυματικά γεγονότα σε επίπεδο εθνών.

Υπάρχει αυτές τις μέρες, όπως φαίνεται και από την ίδια την κυκλοφορία αυτού του βιβλίου και την αναζήτηση που την ενέπνευσε, νέο ενδιαφέρον για τις ιστορίες αυτής της άλλης τόσο συγκινητικής εποχής. Ο Soloúp γράφει στο τέλος του βιβλίου ότι ήθελε να χρησιμοποιήσει το υλικό που ερεύνησε ώστε να κινήσει το ενδιαφέρον στους αναγνώστες για τις πραγματικές πηγές και τα πραγματικά βιβλία που μίλησαν για ό,τι συνέβη. Για μένα πάντως το κατάφερε 100%, και γρήγορα ανακάλυψα πως η μάνα μου ήδη έχει μεγάλο μέρος της λίστας των προτεινόμενων. Σας έρχομαι!

Τέλος, πολύ σημαντικό για μένα, ήταν και η θέαση της άλλης μεριάς, πώς η Καταστροφή ήρθε και ως απάντηση σε μια σειρά ελληνικών φρικωδιών στην Μικρασιατική Εκστρατεία αλλά και πώς οι Τούρκοι βίωσαν την ανταλλαγή και τα πριν και μετά στην Κρήτη. Κι εγώ θυμάμαι αυτόν τον χάρτη της Κρήτης στο τουριστικό πρακτορείο, αν δεν κάνω λάθος, με το που βγαίνεις από το τελωνείο στο Αϊβαλί.

(ο Soloúp είναι στην Τζούντα, στα παλιά ελληνικά σπίτια, με έναν τούρκο επισκέπτη που ξέρει κρητικά γιατί η γιαγιά του ήταν από την Κρήτη πριν πάει με την Ανταλλαγή στο Τσεσμέ)

Mehmet: Ακριβώς ετουτανά τα σπίθια θανά ‘πρεπε να μας μονιταρίζουνε (ενώνουνε).

Soloúp: Ποια; Τα σπίτια κάποιων ελλήνων νοικοκυραίων που άφησαν τα κόκαλα τους στις γύρω ρεματιές και τώρα μέσα σε αυτά ζούνε τούρκοι;

Mehmet: Ναισκέ, αλλά δε ζήσανε μέσα τούρκοι που εσκλαβώσανε, αλλά τούρκοι πρόσφυγκες «μπομπαντελήδες» (απ’την Ανταλλαγή). «Γκιαουρόσποροι», όπως εβρίζανε και την εδική μου νενέ οι Γερλήδες στον Τσεσμέ. Ετουτανά τα σπίθια βαστούνε δύο ζωές. Μια ρωμαιική και μια τουρκική. Εζήσανε μέσα ντως άνθρωποι με άλλη λαλιά και πίστη. Αλλιώς ονειρευόντανε τη ζωή ντως οι ρωμιοί που τα χτίσανε, αλλιώς οι τούρκοι που τα καμπιτήρανε. Αν είχανε λαλιά τα σπίθια, δε θά ‘χανε να πούνε τόσα για ρωμιούς και τούρκους, όσο για των ανθρώπω τα βάσανα. Ο πόνος είναι ίδιος όποια γλώσσα και να μιλείς. Αν είχανε οι τοίχοι λαλιά, θά ‘χανε πολλά να πούνε για τη βαρβαράδα των ανθρώπω. Για τον κατατρεγμό. Όμως ο καθείς μας στην εδική του μπάντα, μαθαίνει πως τα βάσανα είναι μόνο εδικά του. Η βαρβαράδα πάντα των «αλλωνών». Ετόσας ο πόνος, λέει η Αϊσέ, πως θαν’ εμπορείε να μας μονιταρίσει. Το σπίτι πού ‘φηκε ο παππούς σου στον Τσεσμέ και που το δώκανε στη νενέ μου την κρητικιά.

Soloúp: Να πεις στην Αϊσέ, με τόσο πόνο στις φαμελιές μας, στο τέλος θα βρεθούμε και συγγενείς.

Mehmet: Για να το σκεφτείς… είμαστε και οι δύο εγγόνια της Λοζάνης!
Και οι δύο: Χα, χα, χα!

Ο καθείς αγαπά την πατρίδα του και τον τόπο των παππούδω του. Σε μας μόνο στσοι μπάσταρδους τση Λοζάνης, ετούτηνα η αγάπη είναι πιο μπερδεμένη.

Μεγάλο έργο. Ευχαριστώ.

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FREE LIGHT

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Made by Agnese with the glasses. We didn’t talk almost at all but this doesn’t change the fact that she made something pretty.

This picture is a little token and memento of what took place in Olde Vechte in The Netherlands the past few weeks. That Olde Vechte. It’s become out of the blue a significant part of my life and if all goes well it’s going to become more important still in the months to come.

I’m posting this here because somehow everything I put on here gets reinforced in my head, it becomes more tangible. It works. Synapses and shit (I haven’t taken advantage of this enough, by the way—never too late to start).

People and how we work are weird… no no no. Sorry. I do this a lot: I talk about the general we when I mean to talk about myself and what I do. Let’s try this again: I’m weird. Remember, gotta accept accountability.

So I’m writing this post purely for my own benefit and not because I think it might be interesting to anybody apart from those with whom I shared the experience—kinda similar to how you post songs on Facebook and the only people who like your post are the people who already know and like the song and very few others actually listen to it, usually people who have a crush on you. That’s how talking and writing about youth exchanges and trainings is, including EVS, including Erasmus, all those sexy international things that have been taking a great deal of my time and energy the past few years. The feelings they have created in me are difficult to convey, offline as well as online, so I’m not going to go into the boring details of a purely experiential thing that’s as useful and interesting to read about as listening to people talk about the dreams they had last night. What I am going to say is do yourself a favour and participate in such programs. If you want to learn how, I can help you and direct you, and, who knows, one day even train you.

Sudden spontaneous insightful realisation time. The above paragraph starts with “So I’m writing this post purely for my own benefit” and ends with me urging you dear reader to give it a shot. What can I say, contradicting myself seems to be my new favourite hobby.

Scratch that, it’s not new at all.

Since I’m writing this, have a look at some of my older, more thorough posts about these experiences. Are you intrigued by what you read? Honest question. I’m really curious, because in real life most people express indifference when I talk about these projects.  This might explain why I felt the need to write the way I wrote this post.

I SEE GREEN (1st time in Olde Vechte)
HETEROTOPIE (France)
Creative Photography in the Finnish Wilderness
Danish Diaries
EVS in Sofia

2014’S END

In Spain, people eat 12 grapes just before the turn of the new year.Weird, huh?
In Spain, people eat 12 grapes just before the turn of the new year. Weird, huh?

Last year, I was preparing myself for leaving Greece for Bulgaria. For nine months at least.

Bulgaria happened. It really did, and it was nice.

Other things happened too and they, too, were nice. But lately I’ve been quite forgetful for some reason, so I wouldn’t be able to tell you what they were from the top of my head. Nothing I did alone, for sure. Scratch that. Travelling. Learning. Participating. Doing things like 7×7. Trying to devise ways to combat my demons. Those were the highlights.

Last year, when I was mentally preparing myself for Bulgaria, I had something coming up. Now I have nothing. I’m floating in limbo. I’m the master of my future and its slave, too. For the promises of alternate futures kill the excitement of the now.

Hey, I also wrote something about alternate calendars. Sometime around May. What would you be doing tonight if tonight wasn’t the end of a completely arbitrarily-marked period and the start of a new one full of—mostly false—promise? What if it was just another night?

It is just another night, isn’t it?

Maybe it isn’t. Or maybe it is! Especially if you want to pump out some goals for the year. It’s all in the mind, but that’s not a reason to dismiss the importance of new year’s, since some minds do place importance on things having distinct beginnings and ends. Some other minds are more cyclical in nature, but then that’s what the year is.

What the fuck is this rant? Am I writing things just to sound and feel important just like everyone else with their end-of-year-things is?

I… suppose. What else might the purpose of any such post be?

CUBILONE’S DIMENSION TURNED SEVEN

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Obligatory Cubilone’s Dimension birthday post. Cubilone’s Dimension turned seven yesterday. Hurray.

Obligatory musing on whether the person who started this blog counts as the same person who’s writing now. According to one of the latest VSauce episodes, the answer is no. Especially since it’s been seven years since that fateful night in Mytilini, no less, and every single atom of my body is allegedly different from its counterpart back then.

Obligatory confusion at the direction, lack of content and ideas as of late, as well as semi-long write-up on personal identity crisis that is reflected in blog, too.

Obligatory follow-up comment and notice that it’s not the lack of ideas, there’s always been plenty of those, in fact it’s the incredible soul-crushing plentitude of ideas and the inability to differentiate, my inability to resist distraction and simply devote myself, whether it be to an idea, as aforementioned, or a cause, or even people. In other words, I don’t put the work in and call it flexibility. It’s my personally most beloved and most hated characteristic. But could it be any other way? It’s all a matter of perspective, after all. Some people call me scatter-brained, some call me versatile or… an interesting person. In the most basic philosophical level at least, they’re not seeing a different qb.

Obligatory comment on how self-referential this all is. How post-modern of me.

Sometimes I want to see this place burn, the same way I’ve been having this urge lately to delete all of my photos. At the very best, remove Cubimension from the net, perhaps start over, perhaps not, tuck it away in some hard disk or USB stick next to the old MP notebooks, only for my own eyes to see and heart to recordar (to recordar, to remember in Spanish—maybe also Latin, I have no idea—is to pass through the heart again. That is what I feel happens when I truly remember, especially when *bleep*. Unless it’s a false memory, then it’s the brain’s vile work). At the very worst, simply delete all, forget all. Leave it to the Wayback Archive and the often surprisingly robust memories of friends and readers what shall remain of the past, my past, Cubilone’s past. Are we the same person anyway?

Obligatory reminder to not take myself too seriously. It’s not good for PR. Everybody’s taking themselves too seriously and I’m different, aren’t I. Or if I’m not, I know I can be. A unique voice that could, in the sea of unique voices that in unison is showing intelligence but the only signs of intelligence it’s showing is self-consciousness, while forgetting it’s a liquid, instead acting as a collection of vaguely connected assortments of molecules occupying space. That’s what gases are, aren’t they? They work kind of like liquids, but they’re, heh, farts in the wind. Remember, keep it light. Light but flammable, if possible.

ME, MYSELF AND FULFILLMENT // CUBILONIA

Thought you knew the real origin of the name Cubilone? Well, you thought wrong, because in the following video I reveal all for the first time.

Jokes aside, I prepared this video as part of the online preparation for the upcoming training in Olde Vechte in the Netherlands, the same place I did I SEE GREEN in February-March 2013 and REDUCE, REUSE, RECYCLE in November of the same year, for which I never wrote anything of note as far as I can recall, so clicking on the words will do nothing particularly significant.

Supposedly, this video is for presenting myself to the rest of the international group and what fulfills me in life. That was the mission. Do you think I managed to do it? I set off with high expectations but the impressions I’ve got from other people (apart from you Daphne and Mario!) have left me wondering. I can certainly say I had high expectations from the idea, and still do (the things I can write about Cubilonia! I could fill books with interesting things about that place) but I’m disappointed in, you know… why should I do it?

Looking for inspiration; maybe find it, proceed to let other people influence outcome too much; idea that felt awesome looks ridiculous in the space of a single hour when faced with awkward reception and blank stares. Artists shouldn’t listen to what other people think. Right? Artists and creatives don’t create for anyone but themselves. Right? Self-expression is of top importance. Right?

Η ΔΙΑΦΗΜΙΣΗ

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Παρασκευή 2 Απριλίου 1999

Θέμα: «Η διαφήμιση»

Η διαφήμιση είναι ο τρόπος που οι εταιρίες διαδίδουν τα προιόντα τους νέα ή παλιά. Διαφημίσεις υπάρχουν πολλές, μικρές ή μεγάλες, πρωτότυπες ή αντίγραφα, κ.α.
Μια διαφήμιση που με εντυπωσιάζει είναι το ARIEL με μπλε πέρλες. Είναι πρωτότυπη, και πολύ αστεία. Έτσι είναι:
Ένα σούρουπο μια γυναίκα έβγαζε τη μπουγάδα της και μονολογούσε.
ΓΥΝΑΙΚΑ: ΟΥΦ! Πλένω, πλένω αλλά η βρωμιά δεν βγαίνει.
Τότε, μέσα από ένα πουκάμισο βγαίνει ένας άντρας.
ΑΝΤΡΑΣ: Ελάτε να σας δείξω.
ΓΥΝΑΙΚΑ: Αααχχχ!
Στο εσωτερικό του πουκάμισου:
ΑΝΤΡΑΣ: Βλέπετε οι βρωμιές δεν βγαίνουν με τη πρώτη, και ίσως ποτέ ξανά! Όμως με το νέο ARIEL ΒLUE ACTION που βγάζει τις δύσκολες βρωμιές με μπλε πέρλες (δείχνει τις πέρλες να καταστρέφουν τη βρώμα).
ΓΥΝΑΙΚΑ: Δηλαδή δε θα πλένω τόσο πολύ τώρα.
Βγαίνουν απ’το ρούχο.
ΑΝΤΡΑΣ: ‘Οχι. Τώρα πρέπει να φύγω.
Το σημείο που μ’άρεσε ήταν όταν μπαίνουν στο πουκάμισο.
Το σημείο που δεν μ’άρεσει είναι οι βρώμες! Μοιάζουν με σφουγγάρια.
Καμιά φορά, οι διαφημίσεις μας κοροϊδεύουν. Άλλες, μας βοηθάνε να επιλέξουμε.

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