When colour returns to a darkened world. . .

When the darkness fades and the light shines bright, the path becomes clear and the road ahead beckons once more, familiar, willing, like an old friend eager to lead the way.

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Talking to rocks. . .

So, I haven’t written for a while, partly it’s because of frustration, and partly it’s also been because of the fear of being threatened and persecuted for exposing the truth about a sector of corruption within Greece which has almost become the norm.

As regulars may know, it’s been a baptism of fire for me since I came here but luckily I have thick skin and the sh*t’s all been going one way.

Now in retrospect, the name fckdupathens quite appropriate.

There’s no doubt to Greece being fckdup up, but as you’ll discover the more you go on, all the best things usually are. . .

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An Ode to Kostadis. . .

People moan about the State stealing your money and Insurance and causing you problems, well I had three of the arseholes doing it to my face and then slandering me for the privelege of defending myself.

To say I sympathise is an understatement.

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