Tekhne

"Wait for the end, you'll understand: Another loved her that she didn't love. The following day when I saw her she was sleeping, half naked, in the summer light in the middle of a wheat field. But over the white corsage Right at the heart’s place, there were three drops of blood that were shaping a flower: Like a small Poppy, my soul... Like a small Poppy."

(Türkçe Özet ile birlikte) “We are walking into Exarchia — the unofficial capital of anarchism in Greece, Europe, and perhaps the world. No policeman dares to venture in here, which is exactly why the government has decided to effectively cordon off the neighborhood, permanently deploying dozens of riot police on the edges of this modern Athenian “free state”.”[1]