Greece

In a country were everything’s falling apart, is the only place i feel together.
It’s the only place that never changes, well, not really.
I know that when I go back, the house will still be in its comforting dilapidated state. I know that the food will still be delicious. I know that the rusty little cafe opposite the 'park' will still be there. I know the 'Park' with its paved floors and benches will still be there. And there might be some new people, but Betty, Nikos, Caterina, Yota etc will still be there. I love Greece, despite the fact that I stay in a poor little village in the mountains despite so many things, I love it there.

Dono mannn, I guess I associate it with freedom. That and the food is seriously peng.

Fuck me I’m emotional