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GREECE 4K | Greece in summer | big feelings moving abroad | Athens & Paros

Ah, Im loving revisiting memories through videos. stamps: 0:00 Athens streets 1:26 Athens historical sites 2:02 Things to do in Athens 3:16 Temple of Zeus 3:54 Byzantine & Christian Museum 4:13 Acropolis & Acropolis Museum 5:31 Bluestar Ferry 5:42 Parikia & Aliki, Paros 6:26 Boat ride on Aegan Sea 7:33 Lefkes 8:42 The Dubliner, Parikia 9:16 Panagia Ekatontapiliani, Parikia 9:27 Arch of Galerius & streets of Thessaloniki 10:29 Hill of Lycabettus condensed transcript: I came to Greece, the first time, during my semester abroad. The April warmth in Corfu reminded me of home, the quiet off-peak season gave off a happy calm. It was 2015. Nearing the end of my teens, I romanticised & dramatised my life without any context of its stage. Greece enamoured me again on my second visit in 2017. In winter, Athens buzzed full of its people. Every moment stood clear: graffiti from taxi windows, strangers translating our menus, the taste of everything. Before my third trip, I read Roderick Beaton’s 'Greece: Biography of a Modern Nation' which looks at Greece erasing its Byzantium & Ottoman history for a national vision based narrowly on antiquity. Now ‘Ancient Greece’ is our most glorified narrative of the past. David Mountain in the book Past Mistakes writes: Ancient Greece proved so popular partly because it could be different things to different people. July, the time of my third visit, I looked to Greece & its temporary tourists to impose this vision. I met with my friend Simon for our holiday - we had both just moved to Europe. We know each other well but met for the first time since tethering our Australian selves for an invisible life. In the months before, if someone asked about my move, I would talk about Simon’s instead, easing the tug of leaving other friends behind. In friendship, we steady against others to define ourselves against uncertainty. But friendships overlap, divert. I found my film camera in a drawer at work. It sparked my curiosity. Simon felt nostalgic for lost childhood photos. He prints his scans & I keep mine digital. We emphasise crossovers that make us friends. We visited the Byzantium Museum for a holistic view of Greece’s past. When Simon speaks about history, I forget if it is myth or reality: Athenia really planted an olive tree at the Acropolis, Lord Elgin took what was hers. We disagreed with the curation of the Acropolis Museum - for me, it’s too wordy. Simon liked the detail. As much as Greece pedestals history, it basks in the present. A continent & more of loved ones gather for sun in the shadows of mythology. There’s transience between Athens & her islands; we were among millions of Cycladic holidaymakers crossing the Aegean Sea. A holiday has an emptiness if you choose, which feels like choosing to be ignorant. But sometimes the mind overcrowds & wants to dissipate. ‘And here’ Anthony Bourdain said when he filmed in Naxos ‘You could for now if you chose to remain blissfully ignorant of what’s happening elsewhere pretend that everywhere is just like here - beautiful sleepy delicious food everything is just fine.’ Escapism feels perfect: everyone should have this. It’s momentary - we will go back to Athens to our homes there or beyond. Marina herself half Greek half Welsh sang about this exodus to the Greek islands in her song Orange Trees: So far away from neon lights & city streets, this is where I used to dream. Been around the world but I could never replicate the feeling that I get beneath my feet. Throughout my third time in Greece, Simon & I spent time together & apart. In the still heat, I wished my holiday’s timelessness would engulf me forever. I ruminated on the loss between then & now here & there fearing nothingness, seeking pleasure. I non-ironically listened to ABBA’s Our Last Summer: We had a fear of flying of growing old, a fear of slowly dying. We took our chance like we were dancing our last dance. I caught the flu & spent my last two days in bed. Luckily, I still walked some of the ancient city, appreciating its continuous thread of history. I passed under the Arch of Galerius - it’s almost 2000 years old. At my hostel, a 19-year-old asked about my movements, and I felt like he was probing into something private. I answered, knowing I shouldn’t be moody, I am over the moon about my trajectory but wished it was a secret bc I didn’t want to show I’m now formless. Later in Orange Trees Marina sings: I take a breath of air I feel free. Spent so long was busy chasing happiness when all I needed was a little peace. There’s mugginess between home & away friends & self Athens & her islands Greece & her past intensity & nothingness. Closing my thoughts is like finishing summer - definiteness feels like not fully eating yet. Then again Simon said he was ready for the holiday to end, to which I just said “I love Greece.” We go on.