I don’t want to express my condolences. I don’t want to express my rage. I want the fucking pigs put in prison for ever.

Greece is burning. But I don’t mean the shops and cars. I couldn’t care less about them. I speak about people, people are burning inside.

All these years we live like European-Americans. We listen to fascists give speeches on television all day. We don’t get paid well by our jobs. We are taught by society that you are smart if you deceive others. That if you make money you can be successful. That you have to be a singer to make money. If you become a factory worker you are a zero, nothing, your existence is so unimportant you can die.

People are not respected. We are all just working hands for the powerful, and they try to keep it that way.

Truth is, I can’t write. My thoughts are so mixed up, I can’t think clearly. But I am really sad I am not at Greece at the moment. The reason I left it is because I saw hypnotized people, who didn’t care for anything but their own beautiful self. Or what the fucking useless “celebrities” do.

People who were lost inside their own big black holes. People who did not want to solve their problems. People who did not want change, even if that meant that they would be better off, simply because change requires to leave the couch.

This has suddenly changed. One little boy had to die, for people to understand what they did. And now more young people suffer by moronic pigs because previous generations fucked everything up.