This was
supposed to be a guide of the city I live in but I guess it’ll stray a little
bit from it. Guess you expected it, or
not, I don’t know. Anyway, as you realized I didn’t break my tradition of
straying from what I said in a previous entry and that because I keep myself
occupied and busy with other things.
Things that happen in the actual real world, like feeding my cats, playing the guitar, trying to organize stuff, completely letting go of the hope of finding a job in Athens GR, noticing that this place is filled with cops and how I was told that “nobody cares” and that I “should be quiet” once again when I tried to tell the following story.
It’s been
almost two months since I started driving again. After the car accident I was
in I was kind of afraid of driving, but then I said “fuck it” and started
again. I drive when is needed as I’m not really fond of it. And from my drives
around the town I noticed one thing: There are more cops units out there than
acne on a teenager’s face.
There are
cops everywhere for absolutely no reason. They keep popping up and whenever
pass them by they look at you, check you out, up and down, like you’re the next
top terrorist. Hick accent or demanding voice, sleepy-cow eyes and the attitude
of the king of the jungle.
A week ago
on my way home, in the radius of 5 blocks I saw 3 units in their cars and 3
police units on scooters. Last night I got pulled over and searched. It was
just like a movie. There was a flash light lighting my face on the left window
and one on the right lighting my hands. I went to turn off the engine and the
guy on the left says “Don’t do that sir! Stay calm and only do whatever we tell
you to”. I said alright. Then he says “Okay turn off the engine. Driver’s
license and i.d.” he demanded. I had none with me, so I said.
I was asked
to step out of the car and after I explained how I forgot my wallet at home and
amongst other excuses they said it was okay, they asked me to step out, open
the trunk and let them search the car. So I did. I open the trunk and step back.
Then one of them starts checking me up and down lighting with his flash light
while the other 4 were searching the car.
As I was
standing there one of them pulls out a bag with a tag that read “baking soda”
from the back seat of my car and says to me: “what is this?” I look at him and
before I have the chance to reply the guy behind him says “it’s baking soda…can’t
you read?” Then the genius who was holding the bag asks me again “are you sure
this is baking soda sir?” “You can open the bag and try it…” I say. As the
other guy behind the genius chuckles a little.
One of them
asks me to show the car’s insurance. I walk to the front seats and start
searching for the insurance book and as I find it he says “it’s alright, forget
about it.” Long story short, they searched everything. They even made me open
my guitar’s hard case saying “haha most terrorists used to have one of these
and hide Kalashnikovs in them while riding
on their bikes.” While I was thinking, “cause I look like a crazed up
biker that would carry around a kalashnikov in a small suburb of Athens just in
case…”
This hell
is meant for us. Should we be thankful that something was meant for us and was built for us? But it’s mostly sunny here during the year, so who cares...
P.S: I
still love you all like Greek cops secretly love being called sheriffs or John
Rambo and like I love to talk about meaningless things.
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