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.
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