new photo blog

i started this blog in 2006, and it's shifted along with my interests through the years. it's been witness to a lot of learning for me...

still, i feel that i need a home for my photography -- so from now on, i'll be posting my pictures on the journal on my reworked website. if you like my photos, you might decide to follow me there!

my first post is here -- check it out!

as for this blog, i'm not sure what will happen. i don't think i'm willing to let it go, and certainly i'll keep it as an archive, but i need some time to figure it out.

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Friday, October 12, 2012

aorati melani: i am here to stay

what happened to a friend of mine, aorati melani, when she went to see a play, in athens, greece.

last night, i went to go see corpus christi. the reason i wanted to go and see this particular play was my desire to support the right of artists to freedom of expression. i never imagined i would face so many difficulties and dangers in this simple task.

i took the subway, got off at kerameikos station, and walked from konstantinoupoleos street towards iera odos, where the theater is located. from the previous intersection, i could see that a large crowd had gathered and the special forces of the police had blocked off the street. i turned right and made my way to iera odos from the previous street. in front of the theater, another crowd had gathered, and another group of policemen was preventing them for approaching. behind the police, there were a few people, priests, monks, a lady with a scarf on her head and some men in suits, three of which, as i learned later, were parliament members of the golden dawn party.

the air smelled of tear gas and my eyes stung, but generally there was relative calm. i approached the officers and said that i wanted to enter the theater.

“go away, ma'm. please, go away”
“has the play been cancelled?”
“we don’t know. please step back.”

i did step back, but i didn’t leave. i tried, in vain, to locate my friends with whom we had arranged to meet. i walked around the ring of police officers, trying to get through, all the while explaining that i wanted to enter the theater to see the show, but without success. my efforts, and the atheist union t-shirt i was wearing, attracted the attention of protesters who started to comment:

read on...


  1. LouisDoench12/10/12 19:53

    Please tell your friend that I found her piece really moving.  All that over a fucking play.  A good reminder that the Islamic world has not cornered the market on mob violence.

  2. It could happen here. Thanks for sharing.