3225 days ago
As I posted a last few photos on line I started chatting to three chaps on the table next to me in the café. Like half the folks in Athens these days they were reporters, photo journalists actually, here for the referendum. They have deadlines. They have to get up at 6 AM (4 AM your time) to capture the polls opening at 7 AM.
Me? I have no such deadlines. I comment. So I have no deadlines. You can get the photos and bland coverage anywhere. I can’t hope to trump that. I comment and observe. I don’t report.
So I can have another beer. Then snore soundly tonight and wander along to a polling station whenever I want. Whose life seems more attractive?
Signomi, ena beera
