This world is full of killers.
A shot. Metal. Destruction. Near. Wake UP!
The tin bucket in my cell was shot. It took me a few seconds to understand that.
It made an awful sound. My head is ringing. It was loud enough to resurrect me from a passed out mode.
The first man has a big mustache. He thinks scaring me was very funny and pulls in a second man who is holding a recording device, a camera, closer.
To have a better frame when he shoots you next?
I can only open my eyes better now, but I can't see their faces clearly. It's the sun behind them. I can't tell who he is, yet he seems so familiar. I recognize who the second man is from his voice.
A new updated has been published on Stella Diaries.
"It is banned now, but it wasn't then. Looking back, I must have been terrified, wanting to be with my parents, but then Chief told me that I was the ideal candidate of the Eraser application.
I decided to update "Stella Diaries" twice a week from now one. Next week it will be Tuesday and Friday.
In my weekly updated story Stella Diaries, I have Stella say multiple times that she doesn't understand much about politics, well it will not come as a surprise, but this is because I don't much understand politics.
I understand situations; I understand people and countries under crises. I understand frustration, unemployment, and the feeling of being in debt.
I usually stay silent about global events whether sad or festive, because I believe that no matter how much I read about any particular event I will never have enough knowledge to add any good insight. I feel if I can't know everything, and all the side of any story, I'd rather stay silent. They are enough people filling the world with noise.
Today, I have decided to make a little noise myself about Greece's referendum.
I don't know how Greece will do after either result and for once, I am at peace with myself about this because it seems no one really knows either. Having said that, I strongly do lean towards one side more than the other and if I was in Greece I would have voted and prayed that my side would win. I am not going to reveal what I would have voted, though.
I have spoken about the things I don't know or speak of, now let me talk about the things I do know of.
I know Greece is brave, I know that today's referendum has resurrected dormant Democracy.
Today the people of Greece, or should I say Hellenes, have taken back what's rightfully theirs, the power to decide their own destinies. Today's vote isn't remotely something insignificant; it decides their way of life for the near and possibly far future.
I am not naive. I know that the referendum isn't done just for the sake of performing a truly democratic practice. It could serve some hidden political agenda. Still, the prime minister is not only brave but, I believe, performs a service to the Greek people, regardless their side.
On Monday, no matter the results the people will have taken part in deciding Greece's path for better or worse and no one can deny how significant this is. It is a day to be immortalised in Greek history books.
The people of Greece are not united in their stand about Grexit, the Euro, the present government and that's OK. They can't all be. Being of the same beliefs, is not what democracy is about. It is about mattering. It is about existing. Taking a stand. Being a voice.
I love Greece as I would love a person. Its people are a passionate bunch with the biggest of hearts. They are brave, fiesty, outspoken, and kind. I would not see them kneel.
It would be a tragedy.
Not because of their past, yes it is great, because of their present as well. Not because of their sun, because of their warmth, their welcoming eyes, because they use the word paidia (kids) for people they like regardless of age. This is why I am proud to be a Hellene.
Stay strong Hellenes. Yes you are still strong regardless of the crisis. You have proved this today.
No more crashing websites, hopefully, and update should be prompt from now on.
The new update is up.
There are many things about the summer I was twelve that I don't remember, and it is partly because it has so been many years ago.
I remember I was the youngest one at the GA Force camp; I was also a late bloomer. Most campers either ignored me, or –worst still– made fun of me.
Catherine was one of the people who made fun of me. I only remember her first name because not too long ago I recognized a photo of her in the news.
To her executioners it did not matter that she had never joined the Force. The camp was the only thing she participated in that was remotely linked to the Force.