They say that life is beautiful.
It's a soft kiss in the summer
rain, a big hug when you feel most
desperate, a splash of the azure
waves of the Aegean.
I thought that life was beautiful
until that fateful evening of
December 6, 2008 when the cops
murdered in cold blood a fifteen
year old young man named Alexis.
He could be my brother, your son,
his nephew, her neighbor... It was
Saturday night. The lights went out
in Athens... The rottrn system
collapsed in an inferno of
violence, blood, teargas, Molotov
bombs explosions, police
brutality, cars burning and
billowing clouds of black smoke.
The December riots started.