Freshly graduated from school in the summer of 2012, we had sat on many a scorching rooftop, rolled many a joint and listened to almost every Bob Marley track ever written as the oven-like heat radiated over us. We had discussed plans of living out a hippie revolution, inspired by the tales of Jack Kerouac and William Burroughs, and hoped for our own 21st century version of the Summer of Love.
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It’s not like New York or London in the 80s and 90s where the sheer volume of street drugs combined with the number of artists flooding into the city created this alien, chaotic, fractious, tense, but creatively booming environment for new music.
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The scarf is a deep, saturated yellow and black. On the left hand side, a fist is curled tightly with the exception of the middle finger, which stands erect. Besides it are the words “Yellow Power.” To the right is the insignia of the football club AEK Athens. Curling the border of the scarf are barbed wires.
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It’s a strange alchemy of neon blue and a light purple in colour. It smells like incense and bath salts. To my right is a giant chamber; it looks big enough to be a bedroom. Half-expecting to freeze in the water as I step into it, I’m pleasantly surprised by its lukewarm temperature. The water comes up just past my ankles, below my upper shin bone.
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