Last friday I went with my father and his ex-girlfriend to the sea
Last friday I went with my father and his ex-girlfriend to the sea. It was so blue, so blue! Fucking blue, I mean, it was nice, it was as if I was on an island. It was nice. I swam this wonderful crystal clear sea … Maybe it’s dirty, I don’t know, but if I see what’s at the bottom of the sea, I have such a nice feeling when I swim … And I was thinking, that if J comes, and see this kind of sea that we have, even in Athens, even in the most polluted town in the whole Europe … he is going to love it! … With debts that continued to pile up, and all credit cards failing - first one, then the other, then the other - the little cash that turking allows to make is (sad but true) not merely welcome. It’s necessary … Last winter I fell in love in Holland, but had to come back to Greece. It just couldn’t make it there. So I left J. behind, for he has to finish his studies. Will he ever make it over to me in Athens? Or am I just illusioning? Even though it gives the least of money what I love most turking is moderating images. All these pictures from one does not know where that randomly are popping up make me feel like I set out on a journey. It’s a poor girl’s work, but still, it’s fun.
