A still from Future SuspendedThese days, Greeks seem to have become experts in picking up even the most minuscule of detail in the footnote of any proposed framework of an agreement; in many ways, the level by which the vast majority of the population is following and reading into the neck-breaking speed of the developments spitting out of Brussels is staggering.
Myth mixed in with fact, rumour with actual developments, hope blended in with fear: even still, in-between this strangest of amalgams of information and their ensuing psychological toll, there seems to be a peculiar consensus emerging. This consensus lies in the realisation that the once beloved Eurozone – for most – is little other than a financial mafia determined to utterly destroy lives in the name of fiscal discipline. It has come down to this, the barest, most crude of orders: bank profits will always come before human lives.
I was at a party on Saturday night: a party that has become something of a legend, an institution bringing together some of the finest local DJ's enjoying playing for friends, away from commercial venues, tucked away at a remote, mountainous suburb of the city of Patras. What you would normally expect to find is a big, raucous crowd, heavy beats and frantic dancing. This Saturday, at the opening of the party what I felt instead was a tampered mood.
