Open letter to a Northern European...



Hello from Athens and thank you for asking me how I’m doing in this mess. We walk in the streets. We buy fruits from the greengrocer. We listen to the radio and watch football. We are doing a thousand useful and useless things and thinking a thousand useful and useless thoughts – each and every one of us… things that will never be reported  on the front pages of the major international newspapers and in the headlines of the major international TV channels. Big Media, actually, is expecting to break the Big News on the results of the Greek election. The Big News is called the “Grexit”. Which means, according to the experts, a total collapse for Greece and an eventual collapse for the Eurozone.
It’s a period of economic crises and prolific in neologisms. “Grexit” is the latest buzzword.  But here, for the time being, we are recycling old concepts and words. For example, the words “plot” and “guinea pig”. More and more people are convinced that Greece is  the “guinea pig” of the other countries in the Eurozone, especially Germany, which in turn represents the cruel hand of neoliberal neocolonial Global Capitalism. You would aks may be, like me, why they did choose Greece and not another country? Why, in countries such as Iceland, which has already collapsed, did they not consider themselves “guinea pigs”? Because, perhaps they do not feel so unique. What I have understood, though, is the fact that if you are convinced to belong to a supra-unique nation then you can easily imagine yourself as a guinea pig: that’s a victim.
As for the “conspiracy theorist”. Right-wing and extreme right wing parties want to win the elections so as to prevent the “communists” from coming into power. They hate foreign immigrants, love Greece and declare to be 200% in favor of “Europe”. Truthfully, looking at their faces and listening to their words, I’m afraid not only for Greece but for all of Europe as well.
As for the Left, they also  promote  a “conspiracy theory”: the “Grexit” you’re talking about under rain, there in the European North, is more than a catchphrase : it’s  blackmail. According to this theory, the members of the Eurozone have a passion for extreme games.
In few words, Eurozone is in a crossroad. Greece looks like someone walking drunk and careless in the middle of the street and then hit by a car. She lays now in the corner of the street and in the brink of abyss. The Right Wing party - which is becoming more and more extreme Right without wings - promises that in case it wins the elections it will heal the wounds and keep Greece in the Eurozone by killing all the foreign drivers. The Left promises something like a Long March - which reminds that of Mao Zetung - in order to escape from the hands of cruel Global Capitalism – a march which will be funded by the Eurozone which is a club of Capitalists. The allies in the Eurozone, disconcerted and disoriented, looking at the spreads and their own asses, tell that Greece should learn to walk properly by their side.
In any case we all are waiting for the elections. Trying to think rationally. Walking side by side with beggars and homeless. Hoping that tomorrow we will not find ourselves jobless. We won’t be stubbed from the neo – Nazi. Drinking coffee with those saying that they have nothing else to loose. Walking side by side with those who behave like spoiled losers. We are doing a thousand useful and useless things and thinking a thousand useful and useless thoughts – each and every one of us… things that will never be reported  on the front pages of the major international newspapers and in the headlines of the major international TV channels...

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