#syntagma

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26-01-2025

*chef's kiss*

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Dimitris Papaioannou, Primal Matter, 2012 VS Evzones | Changing of the Guard, Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, Athens, Greece

[talja78]

Soldiers selected from among the most handsome, dewy-eyed conscripts perform an honor guard in front of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Syntagma Square and in front of the presidential palace on nearby Irodou Atikou Street. They stand motionless while performing the honor guard, with a change of position given to the ewzon every half hour.

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[fromgreecetoanarchy]

[ 📽️New Video] 🔴 Athens ablaze: From mourning to a massive riot, in the biggest protest ever recorded in Greece

On February 28, 2025, Greece witnessed an unprecedented wave of protests, as millions of people took to the streets in cities across the country and abroad, driven by grief, anger, and the urgent call for justice.

The demonstrations, the largest in at least the last 50 years and in some cities the biggest ever recorded in history, were sparked by the tragic train crash at Tempi, two years earlier on the night of February 28, 2023, which claimed the lives of 57 people, most of them students. The disaster was not just a loss; it was a devastating symbol of systemic failure, one that exposed the deep cracks in the country’s privatized railway system and, by extension, its political structures.

As protesters gathered in Athens' iconic Syntagma Square, and in towns and villages nationwide, their message was clear: this was more than an anniversary of a tragedy. It was a cry against a perceived cover-up of this mass murder by the ruling party and the governments before them, as well as a cry for accountability from a government they felt had neglected the safety of the peoples and failed to learn from its mistakes. The rallying cry was simple yet powerful: “Justice for Tempi.”

Two years after the crash, the pain, anguish and anger of those who lost loved ones, and of a population disillusioned with a government that almost completely failed to modernize the country’s infrastructure, reached a boiling point. The protests soon turned violent. Clashes broke out between riot police and demonstrators, as the frustration over the lack of meaningful action from the authorities boiled over. Petrol bombs were thrown, and fires lit, as the capital echoed with the pain of those who felt that injustice rules.

What unfolded in the streets of Greece that day was not merely an outpouring of grief but a profound rejection of a political system that had, in the eyes of many, failed. The cries for justice were not just for the 57 who died in Tempi, but for a place in the map that demanded change—not just in its railways, but in its institution, politics and everyday life.

The protests laid bare a deep crisis of confidence in Greece's political and judicial systems, with many people voicing their frustration over the lack of transparency and accountability. But it also spoke to something deeper: a population that feels its cries for justice have fallen on deaf ears, a society where the powerful are untouchable, while the lives of ordinary people are left to be sacrificed on the altar of political expediency and profit.

The Tempi train crash was a tragedy that cut deep, but the protests that followed are a reminder that the pain has not been forgotten. They are a testament to the determination of those who refuse to allow their grief to be silenced. No justice, no peace

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“Aw, Chang, you weren’t supposed to let anyone in!” the old earthbender, Syntagma, chided. He was sitting at a table in the corner, a glass in his hand. “Get them out of here!” Chang looked between Syntagma and the four new fugitives, who were all giving him some version of a glare, then shook his head nervously. “Eh? Chang, you do what your father tells you! Kick them out!” “Why don’t you try to kick me out, huh?” Flamer challenged, marching up to Syntagma. Syntagma stood to meet his gaze, but the firebender was still taller than him by at least half a head. “Oo-kay, okay! Enough!” the airbender said, running between them and forcing them apart with little bursts of air. “If you get into it here, those guards might hear, and then we’re all done for.” “This is my hideout!” Syntagma insisted. “You all can leave!” “If you kick me out, I’m telling the guards where you are!” Flamer said, jabbing a finger at Syntagma. “So I guess you’re stuck with me!” They held each other’s gaze for a moment, and then Syntagma went back to his seat, grumbling something about needing a stronger drink.

Here's the teaser for the next chapter of Avatar: Threads of Power! I'm hoping to get it posted sometime this weekend! In the meantime, here's the link to start at the beginning. ;)

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Valie Export, {1983} Syntagma

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Watching the Athenians, Syntagma, 2025.

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Syntagma (1983)

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A Greek priest checking his phone

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[greekstreetphotographer]

Fujifilm X-Pro1 - XF18 Snapped in Athens, Attiki, Greece

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#StreetPhotography #streethunters #Athens #Attiki #Greece #FujifilmXPro1 #XPro1 #XF18 #hqspurbanstreetphotos #streetpics #February28 #Tempi

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The spectacle

When things happen in the restoration of freedom, nothing can ever be understood, but consequences happen in the history of mankind. Through stages of lifehood, happy heroes remain stalwart in the vicinity of proper action, but a handful of survivors stands firm against the hordes of monsters awaiting us. Only heroes build entire hovels out of shit and mud, but meticulous creators will ultimately characterize liberty with vehement attacks on the generators of the sublime future, which we do not know but constantly reinvent with the help of the higher lords who will never stop to tell us what is already known (and therefore the best of us will maintain their vehement resistance against the crowds of men who await us in the endless beyond, in which the creators of mankind remain in silence and propriety, but a handful of heroes will have to succeed in their final fight against this evil).

I am willing to engage properly with the horrors of denunciation, but someone must fight back against the limitless boundaries of recurrence. Can anyone rediscover the heroism of simplicity in the confines of knowledge? Maybe there is much more to be gleaned from the cabal of nonsense in which freedom still exists, but someone will perhaps set forth and reclaim the fruits of lambasted nonsense in the castle of liberty, in which ordinary men have made their home to stand alive whilst most of the inhabited world collapses under the weight of the military-industrial complex. A good king will certainly make amends with the weaklings who never thought twice about reinstating the collaborative stations of liberty and jolliness, but some hero can sooner or later recall the figments of good imagination and then rekindle the fight against craziness in the highest echalons of society, where greed and lust are rampant - and only wish to perpetuate the status quo, in all its destructive and homocidal grotesqueness. But, a great ruler may arise out of the endless camaradery of synthesis, where the best of us arise out of the endless macabre institution and rebuild the creative surge in which the harrowing rulers of the old world still dwell, even though they have nothing yet to live for anymore: and the builders of the entire wall against absurdity still hang in their sinful ways, and do no recoil from strangeness, alienation or xenophobia. So, truly, liberty remains a call that we must adhere to, that we must answer with vehement enthusiasm, whilst there is still the semblance of honor and dignity in this collapsing world, wherein the silly fools still hang around the inkwell, even though they do not encounter ramifications in the capsule of normalcy, that is lost on us, because we never dared to construct vile stations against it in silence and enigmatic sleepiness (and the lords of the old world will ever proclaim the unity of nature in this regard, and reinforce control in the darkness of eternity and politeness).

I stand fast in nothingness and continue to perpetuate ignorance if I can, but there is no resolution from this silly drive towards the edges of goodwill and beneficence. What carries the freedom of life onwards towards hope and glory is only, ever the recurrence of bloody freedom in the universe of signs, that we know and cherish in darkness, but the manifold will stand onwards in the silence of time; and they will not refer back to the original unity that started all this madness, because they want to repurpose the silliness of gladness and time with exigencies of time; even though there is no more liberty in this machine, they want to perpetuate this debacle, so that they will harness the power of the universe in some oblique soundness of spirit, housing the proclivities of automatic joy and relaxed villainy, o'er which vehement men still loom, to drive back the hordes of demons and angels who will - forever - control the dark mines of charcoal and chalk, building mysteries with mysteries, and continuing down the dark path of symphony and symbiosis. In the end, only a God can save us.