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once i had my own flat. it was bright and spacious. and cosy.

every morning i would wake up, roll the blinds up, turn the radio on and enjoy my tea in the balcony. i would follow the same ritual every single day, rain or shine.

the weekends, i would stay in bed till noon and in the evening, i would usually have people over, my sister or/and my very dear friends.

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these days, i'm sharing a small flat and also the same bed with my sister. i keep my room in my parents' place in hometown, too.

i try not to complain too much for my situation apart from the times i could do with a bit of solitude.

but, i have a home. a shelter to run to after a long day. and, mind you, there is always someone there to listen to me and with whom i can share my news and feelings.

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during my lonely walkabouts in central athens, i see an awful lot of people with no home. people who use boxes for beds. who scavenge the rubbish bins for food or anything. people who don't have access to hot water or toilet. who breath fumes and frozen air.

who have none to speak to.

what i see makes it easy for me to appreciate what i'm offered. but also, very easy to consider being homeless in athens a normal situation. and extremely easy to get used to it and do nothing.

please read this and this and much more on the web.

love.