I’m sweating as I’m writing this. Guess the summer is showing its teeth and I couldn’t wish for anything else but Wednesday to come faster. See as the most of Athenians I’m abandoning the city to find shelter on a sunny island with a lovely beach and easy going life. Away from the same old scenery and everything that can drive one straight to boredom.
Not so many drunken nights of stupidity and pointless jokes have come until now, but on the contrary rejection keeps swinging at me like a mad boxer. I do feel like an unprotected fat kid, armed with just a candy bar in a ring with Mike Tyson, when at the peak of his career, every time I send away drafts of reviews and features to foreign and Greek publications.
The boxer keeps swinging at me but somehow whenever that mercyless right drive is inches from my fat delicate chin, my chocolate bar falls to the ground and I bend over to get it. Avoiding getting punched straight in the jaw and falling down unconscious. Then I get back up and run scared to the other end of the ring hoping that Mr. Tyson will take pity on me.
Well, I guess I avoided most of the swings and now I just have to wait till the bell rings and Mr. Tyson leave me alone. On Wednesday. That’ll be the time, when I’ll just get out and go to a place where I can enjoy my candy bars and what not fear getting punched free.
