''Cold....What Cold?''

As I' m writing this letter, I am in Greece and the temperature inside this house is 9 degrees Celsius. I am wearing thick stockings, sweatpants, a long-sleeve shirt and a hooded sweater.For these coming months I have embargoed the rest of the rooms in this house but I do I hope to see them once again when spring arrives. The one room in this house that has heat is the kitchen, which, with the addition of a small bunk bed I have turned into a bedroom as well.When I want to go to the bathroom I run to it and away from it as quickly as possible.
  The people are strange here. Everyone tells me how warm it still is inside and outside of their houses, and that they find any kind of heat completely unnecessary. It must be me that's delusional for they all seem to be in agreement with one another. When I go to the supermarket though, the lady behind the counter usually has a Columbia jacket on, a reassuring sign of my sanity.
  I do not know what the people are protesting against here but they must be protesting against the cold even if it's on a unconscious level. If it was a bit warmer outside I might be protesting as well. I've been informed that our next electricity bill will include a 400 euro tax collection fee so we can help the government. If we do not help them they will be displeased and they will be forced to cut our electricity. My plan is to buy an additional wood stove for the house next month so you should be expecting the next blog post in the form of a telegram.

The Side Effects of Capitalism

I've worked in this office for five years now. I've seen a lot of people come and go, and I too am leaving now for good. Now there  will be side effects after having worked here...severe side effects. The various tales I hear of the after-life of people that have left this office are alarming to say the least-
Take for example ‘John Smith’, a man that had worked here for a couple of years, a very responsible and dedicated man, a man who came in early and left late without fail for 3 years straight. One fine morning 'John Smith'  packed his stuff and up and left and he made sure not to say goodbye to anyone. In fact one can say that his way of leaving was a grand ‘Fu*$ you’ to all of us in this office-No explanations, no excuses and a grand exit
 Fast forward a couple of months and I finally hear some news about 'John Smith'. A certain employee of ours took some clients out the other day to a very fancy restaurant, and there in the middle of this fancy restaurant stood 'John Smith' with his pants down exposing himself and his private parts to the entire restaurant.

My Sense of Timing

I was never good with timing- Moved to the U.S the towers collapsed
got a job in Wall Street the economy has collapsed
decided to move back to Greece this summer and all of Greece has collapsed