There's this beautiful Greek song saying "Road had its own story, somebody wrote it on the wall with paint".
Βασανίζομαι : vassanizome means I'm being tortured and during the last years this single world has spread on the walls of Athens screaming how this city feels.
Reversing the popular aversion, it's like a word is worth a thousand pictures: people losing their job and house, people dying without a blanket in the hospital, patients not being able to buy their drugs and parents to feed their children, teenagers with no dreams. Everyone feels like being tortured.
At the same time more and more claim and conquer a little piece of the city which filled with smudges and abstract slogans.
It seems that as economic instability intensifies social insecurity more and more need to have their own constant reference point .
According to the new forecasts Greek recession will deepen further this year.
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