Berlin Holi Open Air Festival

Holi: Festival of colors..
Just by the name of it you feel that it would be an amazingly awesome event!

Unfortunately I can’t go this year, but it won a spot on the ‘to do’ list of my life. Right next to the Burning man festival 😀

Many many thanks to Stephan and Jim for telling me about these events and spreading the joy 🙂

Avant Hard

Holiis an ancient festival of India and was originally known as ‘Holika’. The festival finds a detailed description in early religious works such as Jaimini’s Purvamimamsa-Sutras and Kathaka-Grhya-Sutras. Historians also believe that Holi was celebrated by all Aryans but more so in the Eastern part of India.

Days before the festival people start gathering wood for the lighting of the bonfire called Holika at the major crossroads of the city.

Then on the eve of Holi, Holika Dahan takes place. Effigy of Holika, the devil minded sister of demon King Hiranyakashyap is placed in the wood and burnt. For, Holika tried to kill Hiranyakashyap’s son Prahlad, an ardent devotee of Lord Naarayana. The ritual symbolises the victory of good over evil and also the triumph of a true devotee.

Next day, is of course the main day of Holi celebrations. The day is called Dhuleti
and it is on…

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The letter

My mother sent me a package a few days before the second round of the greek elections and in it there was a note:

We hope that when you receive the package, we’ll have a government that will make sure the children of GREECE come back.

We love you very much.
We miss you very very much.

This song that I really love, popped right into my mind after reading her note. You can listen it here if you want: The Letter – Haris Aleksiou, Thanos Mikroutsikos

“The letter”
I received your letter, I’m sending you a couple of words mother.
If I get the chance, I’ll come to visit you some day.
I got a little homesick, and this town suffocates me,
Humans are alone and me, alone, always alone.

Thousands of people, you don’t have someone to talk to.
My last company, two-three childhood memories.
I stare at my smile in the picture,
This cannot be wiped away by any state.

You’re asking me to write back because I’ve been silent lately.
And I, that still don’t know whether I’m living or dying,
I roam the streets looking for myself.
No one has found me yet, not even in my dream.

Advertisements, marches, traitors, banners, protests,
Dealers sell hopes in installments.
And you’re asking me if I met happiness,
I saw it written on a neighborhood’s wall.

I never made any comment on the note. What was I to say, “It’s ok mum, it’s not like I’m an immigrant in Germany”?
I understand where she comes from and how much she misses me, especially after everything we’ve been through. And we both know that the “new” government will not speed up my return.

At least there was hazelnut filter coffee in the package and I really wanted a cup. The note made me think of my past, my mother, our recent conversations, our society. Scattered thoughts and they needed sorting out.
So many memories of how she sacrificed her personal life so I’ll have a better future and how satisfied she is that she made it. The bitterness and disappointment I see nowadays in her eyes.  “We had so many dreams when we were young, we believed in them and they took advantage of our dreams”. She now realizes all the blatant lies that politicians said, all the mockery and she feels betrayed. “Greece’s situation, it hurts me…”,  “We fucked up!” she said. She blames the politicians, she blames her generation, she blames herself.

I don’t want to apologize to my child, or any child for the world I’ve left them.

I’ll continue talking and struggling for love, solidarity, compassion, understanding, conversation, responsibility, honesty, self-criticism, respect, kindness, justice, courage. Simple words, with tremendous impact if turned into actions, first by us and then by helping those around us to act on these words. Maybe then we can ‘trust’, be ‘all together’ and finally start building a society where one would want to participate and create. A society that makes you happy to be alive, not jump off a balcony. Utopia? Perhaps… If we aim for the stars, we may not reach them, but reaching the moon isn’t too bad either.

So I’ll keep trying for a brighter world, because if my mother ever asks me “If I met happiness” I don’t want to reply “I saw it written on a neighborhood’s wall”.

Imagine… the ideal state

The translation is under the sketch

The ideal state is the one:

“Where laws have no superiors” Bias of Priene

“Whose inhabitants are neither too poor, nor too rich” Thales of Miletus

“Where virtue is honored and malice is hated” Periander of Corinth

“Where offices are always given to the virtuous and never to the evil” Pittacus of Mytilene

“Where citizens are more afraid of the accusation than the punishment” Cleobulus of Rhodes

“Where the laws are honored more than the rhetoricians” Chilon of Sparta

“Where an offense against a citizen is perceived as an offense against the entire state” Solon of Athens

[in the bubble: ‘I am ashamed for today…’]


These and many other great men have told us how we can coexist peacefully and happily. They’ve been telling us since probably forever.

The problem is not enough people are listening.

The problem is we still promote (even celebrate) violence, despite knowing that violence brings forth more violence, resulting in a vicious cycle.

“When it gets down to having to use violence, then you are playing the system’s game. The establishment will irritate you: pull your beard, flick your face to make you fight. Because once they’ve got you violent, then they know how to handle you. The only thing they don’t know how to handle is non-violence and humor.”
John Lennon

You may say I’m a dreamer… I say I’m human.

Journalism at its best!

In the following video the Irish journalist Vincent Browne ‘exposes’ the ECB banker Klaus Masuch. This is how journalism should be. The pursuit of truth, not serving political and/or financial interests.

And it’s sad that we’ve reached a point where this behavior is an exception and not the norm.

The video is dubbed in English and subbed in Greek.

Is this Islam?

Liberal talk show host Tawfiq Okasha recently appeared on “Egypt Today” airing a video of Muslims slicing a young man’s head off for the crime of apostasy, in this case, the crime of converting to Christianity and refusing to renounce it. The video—be warned, it is immensely graphic. NOT FOR CHILDREN—is embedded here (the actual execution appears from minute 1:13-4:00)…….


… Speaking in Arabic, the background speaker, or “narrator,” chants a number of Muslim prayers and supplications, mostly condemning Christianity, which, because of the Trinity, is referred to as a polytheistic faith …. 

read the whole story: Graphic Video: Muslims Slaughter Convert to Christianity in Tunisia :: Middle East Forum.


I just read the story and saw the video.

I cried for that man. 

I don’t know what to say. There are no words, just immense sorrow, rage and disappointment. 


The host is wondering if this is Islam.

Maybe yes, maybe no, I don’t know. 

I do know that this is the result of fanaticism. 

I do know that if an idea/belief/opinion is capable of such a result, then it is dead wrong.


I will revisit the topic of racism when I’m calmer.