The turning of A page
25.12.16 In pain
01.01-01.06.2017 Preparing for departure
21.07.17 Reimmigration - The Big move
Another "Time 0" chapter, one of the big pages of the book of life is about to turn. Grateful to the people whose houses I 've stayed during the passed 2 months (Polly, Lesley, Vanessa, Ida, mum, Pelion 1, Pelion 2, Skopelos 1, Skopelos 2, Ann, Pam, Turners).
19.10.17 Move 1 Oxfordshire (6 months)
Arrived at the lovely house, but not a home... No distractions, just an obsessive question: Why am I here?
27.10.17 I am paused in place and time.
10.12.17 Life moves fast. And I am still here, waiting...
08.05.2018 Re-Immigration. Move 2
England to Greece driving through Europe.
2018/19/20 (Re-Re-Re Immigration)
April 18 from Oxfordshire to Pagrati, Athens.
March 19 from Pagrati, Athens to Lagonisi, Attiki.
August 19 from Lagonisi, Attiki to Oxfordshire, UK (3 houses). December 19 from Oxfordshire to Yorkshire. Waiting for 2020 to move back to Greece in a new location..
29.03.19 In Survival Mode
Man eats man. ”in survival mode”: food and health, first to protect closest individuals, then our own race. Then country and a few more steps till we care for Cosmos! Philosophy, politics, art are all privileges of those with full stomachs, survival is primary - anything else is a privilege.
A NOTE TO MY SOUL
Since 2017 I have been feeling almost completely out of control having reacted to a conventional pretty safe life. Sitting on a cloud I felt I was swimming and the winds were moving me here and there and everywhere. But I was very well tied up, sometimes terrified and sometimes excited by the idea of the unknown lonely ride...
One thing I have realised is that loneliness is rooted in my heart; connected or not - to my family; no matter what, I always feel it.
NOTES FROM THE LONG JOURNEY
Digging in the deep past. And 2 years ago the old childhood memory materialised in front of me at my mum’s new home. Weird! The old plastic chicken, there! looking at me. A dirty green colour with a rusty orange, the squeaking sound all died out. But then I remembered. The children’s room me and my brother playing in silence, with the chick, the dolls, the cars and Lego’s, the piles of pillows on our beds that stand opposite to each other, pretending to be boats. And we were the sailors of the night, when everyone else was in deep sleep. “Hey brother, do you remember?”
Same I forgot to take a picture of that toy, I hope I'll cross into it again.
Tired Exhausted Worn out Fatigued Lack of energy Drained Grey
When sh.... hits the fun.... Global response.
Another move for little Vicky. From Yorkshire to Oxfordshire Enslow. From Enslow to Wallingford. Never ends..
New eddings old beginnings. back to Greece.
The continuing concentration in order to discover a new way of life has taking away all certainty and the easiness that comes through stability. One of the few routines still left for me are the morning warm coffee and oats with fruit.
South of Crete. A house in village that never seen before it was booked. With no residents in winter, where it has no power when there is a storm. Cut of from reality, cut of from people and cut of from COVID...
4.11.2020 Car crush in Chania. Lucky to be still around
7.11.2020 2nd Lockdown (This time in Greece)