#Paralia

[jupiterovprsten]

Grčko more

[mediasombra]

No sé si es mi obsesión con congelar los instantes para que tengan ventaja sobre el tiempo, o cuál sea realmente la razón, pero cada vez que haces un gesto simple, parece que el reloj se detiene un poco.

Para mí, el universo está hecho de actos sencillos; por ejemplo, el día que me dijiste que me querías. Antes, ya lo había hecho yo, pero cuando tú lo dijiste, cuando dejaste de guardarlo, se apagaron todos los fuegos, desapareció el oxígeno, pero yo no dejé de respirar. Del mismo modo, el descubrimiento de todos los secretos: de quién eras tú, de quién soy yo y de cómo seguir confiando, porque en cada acto mágico hay un porcentaje de realidad.

Seguramente, el día en que naciste le dijeron a tu mamá que serías la clave de reinicio para toda la vida, y yo apenas me vine a enterar.

[sencilla-mentelibros]

[travelella]

Paralia, Greece

Vitalie Sitnic

[filmap]

Attenberg Athina Rachel Tsangari. 2010

Factory Agios Nikolaos power station, Distomo 321 00, Greece See in map

See in imdb

[lumpoflilies]

Sunday, 10.09PM 𓆜 LYS_PARALIA

A little while, after the engulfing eyes and suprises dusk—to Tabitha, the tide of the night should peacefully slide with warmth. As a person who embraces solitude, nothing excites her more than an alone time within the ocean breeze.

Her grumbling gut, then, calls for a comforting grill. Choices are not so many—but, tofu dogs wouldn't hurt, right? Not even going back for another swim, will pain her. 🥓🥢

[alritaklegacy]

Zumasha: So, I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is you were feeling straight to my face.

Paralia: We don't like you. Now, shut up and help us.

Zumasha: [shrugs] Fair enough.

[coffeenewstom]

Athener Kaffee-Tagebuch: Leoforos Nikis und Weißer Turm

Jetzt gilt es entlang der Leoforos Nikis am Meer zu flanieren. Der Boulevard beginnt als Fortsetzung der Navarchou Koundouriotou Pavlou an der Platia Eleftherias mit dem Shoa-Denkmal und führt in südöstlicher Richtung entlang der Küste vorbei an der Platia Aristotelous bis zum Weißen Turm, wo er in die Leoforos Megalou Alexandrou übergeht. Sie ist auch als Palea Paralia – Alte Uferpromenade –…

[polyxrwmhpsyxh]

kwlo zesth kai egw diavazw gia eksetastikh anti na eimai se mia paralia me alatismena mallia kai mojito sto xeri

e trava gamhsou

[spiritfairer9925]

click for a better view! Paralia!! My baby! (I'm trying to build up my dragon portfolio for the forms :3) Pay them a visit if you like!

[imaquotee]

"Life is too short, go watch the sunset today."

- Thessaloniki, Nea Paralia, 11/02/23

[mediasombra]

Siempre te he dicho que llevo cicatrices profundas que no piden ayuda, y creo, por cuánto hemos hablado, que a ti te pasa igual. Suelo pensar que no necesitamos una mano que nos levante, sino tan solo el silencio: un espacio en el que la voz respire y deje de hacer eco en el pecho. Eso es en lo que quiero que se conviertan estas cartas.

[sgiandubh]

I salute the brave Greek singer Despina Vandi 👏- who refused to go on stage in Turkey, because of hanging a photo of Mustafa Kemal Ataturk.

Dear Despina Vandi Anon,

As promised, here is your audio. It should count as Sunday's delivery for the vast majority of this fandom's time zones, so expect another one the week that just started, on a different topic - Anons never cease to amaze me:

I very much doubt our readers know who Despina is, so I'll make a proper introduction:

Yeah, she'd like to think of herself as Greece's Taylor Swift, but the honest truth is her decent voice serves the cause of bubble-gummy Balkan turbo pop. The kind of forgettable BS you hear on a beach, somewhere around Paralia Katerini, Anon. My favorite in Greece, Kambos Beach, on Patmos, will give you Janis Joplin instead, and I love those guys to bits for that.

But anyhow, the topic is serious, even if the event itself might sound as just another starlet's whim. What happened was immediately instrumentalized by the press on both sides of the Great Post-Ottoman Divide, simply because we are dealing here with fundamental identity tropes - handle with care, always.

In a nutshell, on July 17th, Despina Vandi was scheduled to appear in concert in the (otherwise positively sleepy) town of Çeşme, on the South-western coast of Turkey. The problem with Çeşme is double: a) it is near Izmir, formerly known as Smyrna, before the early-ish days of the Turkish Republic, in 1930, and the epicenter of the troubled transition from the sultan's powerless despotism to Mustafa Kemal Atatürk's aggressively secular autocracy. And to add insult to injury, b) it is a municipality run by the left-wing CHP, the main opponent to Erdoğan's overbearing political project. The New Sultan's dream clashes mightily with the Founding Father's ambition of an emancipated, literate Turkey. So much so in fact, that one might see a mild rebellion gesture in the fact that the organizers thought fit to decorate the stage with a Turkish flag and Mustafa Kemal's portrait - something you see pretty much everywhere in today's Turkey, from libraries to pastry shops, to be honest. What followed is emotionally logical: Vandi abruptly canceled her appearance, because she felt that her performance was politically manipulated and the mayor of Çeşme angrily invited her to get out of his town ASAP, because he felt that nobody puts Baby Atatürk in a corner.

Vandi's reaction is entirely faithful to the Byzantine centuries-long tradition of defiance and spite towards the Turks. The Mayor's reaction is an irked reply to the uncomfortable situation of losing face because and in front of a woman singer, who showed utter disrespect for the Father Figure in the room. But beyond the heated, almost farcical argument we are perhaps talking about what Jay-Z called an 'Empire state of mind'. 'Never the twain shall meet', to respond to the golden-fanged rapper with some Kipling. At least since the evening of that fateful day of May 30th 1453, when Constantinople finally capitulated in fear, fire and collective trauma to the Ottomans.

Steven Runciman sums up best that feeling of cosmic impending doom:

"The month of May was drawing to a close; and in the gardens and the hedgerows the roses were now in bloom. But the moon was waning, and the men and women of Byzantium, the ancient city whose symbol had been the moon, prepared themselves to meet the crisis that all knew to be upon them." (The Fall of Constantinople)

The Greek mind never quite came to terms with that feeling of being under siege. The Ottoman (and post-Ottoman) mind never quite came to terms with the imposter syndrome that ensues a cursed victory. Its genuine administrative genius that ensured for hundreds of years an almost complete domination of the Levantine world failed to adapt itself to the industrial and bourgeois revolutions of the Nineteenth century. Despite that very costly Berlin-Bagdad railway, the train of modernization was never caught at a moment that could ensure the political survival of its Empire.

But an Empire is never completely dead and done with. As Philip K. Dick famously wrote in VALIS, one of his most strange novels, 'The Empire never ends'. He was, of course, talking about the Roman Empire and how he bizarrely felt about its timeline overlapping with the Watergate Scandal. Yet, despite the clearly psychotic inspiration of that book, I think he was onto something. An Empire never ends, to the extent that its faint echoes still inform even the most apparently trivial news of our own reality.

But this, I suspect you might know better than me, Anon, judging from the tone of your comment. In that case, γεια σας και σας ευχαριστούμε πάρα πολύ για την υπομονή σας.

[filmap]

Attenberg Athina Rachel Tsangari. 2010

Building Ασπρα Σπίτια, Aspra Spitia 320 03, Paralia Distomou, Greece See in map

See in imdb

[lumpoflilies]

𝐋𝐘𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀 : 𝑻𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝑰𝒔𝒍𝒂

“Thus, I would be the child of the wind and the sea. For the boundless ocean would wholely set me free.”

𓆜 22, Pisces, INFJ — College Dropout, Surfer

: Child of The Ocean, Adventurous, Vegetarian, Socially Awkward, Warm-hearted, Alluring.

Meet Tabitha, the sweetheart who traded the bustling streets of San Sequoia, for the enchanting archipelago of Sulani that she rode the waves for. An orphan whose journey has been defined by her unwavering passion for surfing, where she has found solace on the ocean; trading the world for a surfboard and the solid ground for sandy shores.

But, her journey took a detour when she was expelled from her previous university. She was announced so for her inability to secure tuition funds from her house. Moreover, her papers had been blank — thanks to her unending absenteeism for competitions and lessons at the sea. All that, while the family she lived with expected her to grow as an academically well person with great titles and works.

With such troubles yet unreached expectations, the family she lived with and the house she was roofed in couldn't help but to point her the streets. Her relentless passion for surfing clashed and she had nowhere else to go.

But, she decided to chase her dreams. Armed with the money she had saved, she flew to Sulani in hopes of peace and greatness. Now, she resides in a charming pier she managed to purchase, striving to turn her life around in the mesmerizing archipelago.

Yet, a question remains — can she overcome her past setbacks and find a new path in Sulani, or will the challenges of her unconventional journey prove too formidable? We'll find out.