Piraeás was still sleeping when I arrived. I wandered around for a few hours before the shops would open. No need to hurry since my appointment with Michalis was at 11:00, and the one with the seller at 15:00. Michalis’ shop, called Classic Motorcycles Ltd is at Kalliroïs Street, south of the Acropolis, where...
Read more →Remember the strike of the garbage collectors a couple of weeks ago? We are slowly entering a period where every non-priviliged Greek will feel the effects of the latest strike where it hurts most: on his diner table and in his (parked out of necessity) car(s). I’m talking of course about the strike of...
Read more →One winter morning I had an appointement for my mammogram at 9.00 am at the IKA clinic. I was there at 9.00 am, the door of the cabinet was open but there was nobody in. I thought of knocking next door to look for the doctor or nurse and when the door opened I...
Read more →And then it was summer, but really, like steaming hot! For the past 2 weekends (that would be all of June, till now) we have been going to the beach at Tombrouk full days. It’s the only place where we can get a bit a fresh air, and a regular cool-off in the sea....
Read more →…that I kept you up to date, wouldn’t you say? I’m terribly sorry if I had you worried for a while there, but I’m really fine. It was just writer’s block. Or something like that. You can call it procrastination too. I just couldn’t bring myself to writing. I had lost any and all...
Read more →Listen up, people! Pay attention to the date of the previous article! My apologies if I scared some of you! To avoid any further misunderstandings: of course we stay here! We like it here! We love the food here! We hate the seasons! We even love IKA! After all they paid for my hospital...
Read more →Hmm. Well, that’s it. We throw in the towel. We tried very hard, but we have to admit that we failed. We knew upfront that it wasn’t going to be easy, but what really broke us was the enormous bureacracy here. The drop that made the bucket overflow was the whole ordeal of getting...
Read more →Tomorrow I have to go back to the university hospital. For the real angiography this time. Hopefully it is going to be less messy, less bloody. I have to present myself at 8:30 at the “Nuclear Department” according to my instructions. Whatever this is going to be, I guess I will see a lot...
Read more →After 2 days I still couldn’t remember the name of my new doctor. I kept referring to him as “Curly” to Yvonne. So, Curly came to see me today at around 11:00 and removed the bandages (and the toilet roll!) of the stefanography. It didn’t look pretty down there! My right groin was all...
Read more →During breakfast the doctors come in and tell me to get ready for the stress test. I haven’t finished my tea yet and I ask “Now?“. Yes, is the simple answer. A nurse is already waiting with a wheelchair to bring me to the test room. There I get strapped up with a dozen...
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