A fake tree, for a fake celebration, of a fake religion, in a fake nation, of a fake country, with a fake democracy.

Sorry to all those your Christmas spirit is ruined. Sorry we ruined the happiness, warmth and love, because we demand something better for our future.

Sorry to all the people who will take their money back from their insurance companies and have a chance to remake their filthy shops.

Sorry to the beautiful shops which sell shoes for three monthly salaries of a factory worker.

Sorry to all the rich ladies who have no place to buy their make-up for these holidays and will look like shit.

Sorry there are no banks to give your donations to poor people that you always remember at Christmas.

A magnificent piece of art as a building. If someone is an arts lover he can spent days and months in there. You can travel through time and see most of humanity’s achievements. Not all of them, but a fair amount of it.

When I was a teenager a great Greek politician died. She was also a singer and an actress, amongst other things. She is mostly famous for her passionate performance at “Never On Sunday”, a movie made by Jules Dassin. But she was also famous for her eager to bring back to Greece the marbles of Parthenon, or the so called Elgin marbles.

Melina was the only Greek politician, as far as I am concerned, who ever fought for them. Since then nobody has expressed any kind of interest in bringing them back. If it weren’t for her, I probably wouldn’t have ever heard about them.

Since her death, I wanted to visit the British museum and see them. What puzzled me then and still puzzles me now is why I had to go to England to see them.