Jesus at Oreokastro

Parents at a school at Oreokastro, Greece announced that they DO NOT welcome children refugees at THEIR school.

I have some questions for those people:

  1. What kind of parents are you?

Teaching your children that other children will hurt them by just being of another country, or don’t have the same beliefs as you.

You are excluding children and people from your life because they are not like you, fearing that you’ll lose some kind of privilege you think you have, when it’s nothing more than a social construct- a wall separating you from real opportunities, real difficulties, real life.

And all that, in the name of some god. But, wait, let me get this straight…

2. What kind of Christians are you, when you do not love your neighbour, your fellow civilian, the immigrant, the refugee?

“Refugee”, by Georgia Kalogerogianni

Jesus was a refugee, if I’m not mistaken, because his mother conceived while not being married which was illegal, not to mention, a social disgrace.

So, I guess, that’s what you would call Jesus: “A refugee bastard”.

When he grew up he started teaching people the importance of love. His students; prostitutes, thieves, fishermen, poor and rich.

According to you, though, Jesus would be an “immigrant troublemaker” that wants to destroy your  civilization so he, with his “gang” can take over your lovely village.

So, the right thing to do would be:

Firstly, ignore him, as if he had no needs.

Secondly, exclude him from anything that requires interaction with him and his “gang”.

Then, put him in prison if he expresses his need to live as a decent human being.

And, if he continued to protest, burn him on a cross, because he set your privilege on fire while you’re trying to save it by degrading others.

Finally, make laws that anyone with the same beliefs, would have the same fate.

3. So…  Does Christianity equals elitism?

I don’t know. I’m not even Christian.

But I think I get it more than you do.


What I see in the mirror

When I look at myself in the mirror, I see brave people.

I see my great-grandmother holding a baby while carrying a huge bag full of sea salt on her shoulders under the hot greek sun.

She does not complain.

She is calm. She didn’t help her violent husband get out of prison cause she was afraid for herself and her girls.

She’s poor and alone, but she had never been that free.

I see my grandmother, who did not compromise to what the standards and the traditions were. She got married twice, trying to fit in the world’s standards. But, yaya is a free bird. She doesn’t need anyone. You can leave  her all alone in a desert and she’d still find her way to survive. That’s strength.


When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a survivor.

I see that girl with the melancholic look asking too many questions that no-one was willing to answer.

I examine every inch of the body that four years ago I wanted to kill and happily realise I’m not that person anymore.

I watch those legs and arms that could not move out of bed and even an unpleasant or boring conversation would make them weaker and weaker.

My nose and eyes seem so red in that mirror- I’ve had a drink or two I suppose.

Yes, I’ve been drinking- I don’t know why I stand naked in front of the mirror.

This may seem like a downfall, but I never break, I just crack.

Jesus Alone by Nick Cave&the Bad Seeds : Review and its contribution to rock industry

16 hours ago, “Jesus Alone” was released by the Australian band Nick Cave &the bad seeds, which follows the same musical narrative as “Push the sky away”, the band’s previous album.

In the beginning of the song I was drawn to the thought that it was going to be something really dark and haunting, creating an atmosphere like of that in “Murder ballads” & “I let love in”, but Cave’s vocals afterwards and the entrance of the piano in the track, made it clear that it is the darker, more melancholic “sibling” of PTSA.

His voice is so soft and smooth, yet cracks at some points giving a pinch of theatricality in his every word. Especially, the central lyrics “With my voice, I’m calling you”, bring you to tears.

“Jesus Alone” is a musical key that opens some kind of door full of feelings for all of us that have at least one time dealt with grief. It’s not just the lyrics; it’s the vocals and the music that harmonically take you to a 6-minute- long drive thinking about someone you’ve lost.maxresdefault

Cave doesn’t try to lift himself up in the song, and that’s what really makes him a great artist. His feelings are raw and pure, because this is how you deal with grief: You over-analyze your pain and your emptiness, you are in a spiral full of question marks about what happened, what have been unsaid, how lonely you feel, the people dying and those that kill others.

The great thing about this song (although I’ve said it like a million times in this post, but I’d like to say that again), is how close to the audience it is, which is super-rare in the music industry. Rock music has become either a faceless, “rock n’roll”- like, sexy(-ist) tune or a superficial political or social message piece. Rock lacks personality, but thankfully there are people like Nick Cave that bring us emotion, tears, thoughts, and most importantly, truth.

Jesus Alone is on Spotify & YouTube

The album “Skeleton Tree” is out on 09/09

The movie “One more time with feeling” is out on 09/08