A small, windswept island off the coast of Greece has ample beauty, an ancient shipwreck and flocks of migratory birds. What it lacks is people.
What’s happening on Antikythera is a microcosm of what’s going on in the entire country as Greece continues to deal with a demographic malaise exacerbated by the departure of young professionals of child-bearing years. My story in the LA Times. http://ow.ly/GgPu50uym2a
not only would the trains run on time but passengers could actually buy tickets for them.
Time stamp: 9:30 p.m. Place: Syntagma Sq. Metro Station
QUEUES. Everywhere. Queues to top-up or buy tickets at the 4 machines (one not working). Queue at the only staffed ticket window. Queues are at least 5 to 6 deep. We gave up waiting and walked home.
But wait – there’s more. On the way into town Damon went to buy a ticket – we had no change, just a 20 euro bill and there was no staff on at the ticket window. So we tried buying it through the automated ticket machine. Won’t accept 20s. We tried to get the 20 changed in the station. No go. We had to walk out of the station and try two establishments to get change, then go back and buy the ticket.
That was 7 p.m. at the Acropolis metro station. Not exactly the quietest of stations on a summer evening. Why is there no one on duty?
Dear Metro and Government. Above is testimony to the fact we’re trying. It’s time you did your bit too.
Came across a suitcase full of old letters, postcards and aerogrammes from 30 years ago when I first moved overseas…. I had to explain what aerogrammes were to the youngest son. A bit overwhelming seeing these.