ATHENS, Greece – Deadly riots over harsh new austerity measures engulfed the streets of Athens on Wednesday, killing three bank workers as angry protesters tried to storm parliament, hurled Molotov cocktails at police and torched buildings.
Tens of thousands of people took to the streets as part of nationwide strikes to protest new taxes and government spending cuts demanded by the International Monetary Fund and other European nations before heavily indebted Greece gets a euro110 billion ($141 billion) bailout package of loans to keep it from defaulting.
The three bank workers — a man and two women — died after demonstrators set their bank on fire along the main demonstration route in central Athens. As their colleagues sobbed in the street, five other bank workers were rescued from the balcony of the burning building.
from yahoonews: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100505/ap_on_bi_ge/eu_greece_financial_crisis
Riots in Greece, and Athens in particular are a common thing, as commonas tzatziki, and ouzo and coffee.
Even the burnings are pretty standard,and we are used to those. Although the storming of parliament was something new, considering the repeated austerity measure its not unexpected.
but what the news haven't said here is something I hope is uncommon and is shocking in its arrogance, indifference and callousness.
Eye witnesses, report the following incident:
Protestors, many of which were of the molotov flinging, property crahing persuasion, had congregated outside the burning building were the bank employees were working.
The firemen at the scene, needing space, announced to the people present that 3 people in the bank had died because of the fire they caused.
The response of the crowd assembled was the following:
Let them burn. They are bank employees.
That anyone could say this, especially when this is happening right in fron of you, and you dont actually hear it on the news, simply boggles the mind.
The indifference. The hate. The sheer appetite for destruction.
I feel ashamed for my people.
One of the women, was 33 years old, and 4 months pregnant.
Edit:
Further news, A guy jumped out of one of the burning buildings, the first floor apparently, , trying to save himself. He lies seriously injured. in critical condition in hospital.
Words. They are a tool we use to describe because we have no more effective way to share, to portray, to illustrate. Wether it is an idea, an event, an emotion, an object.
I find that evolved as they may be, as much as we have created intricate ones to describe, they are cannot even begin to decribe something, anything in its entirety.
Since time is a finite resource, and to truly describe anything, even as simple as a rock, we would need ages, we simplify.
And thus in repetition, lessen whatever it is we describe , until it becomes but a shell, a tiny fracture, of what it really is.
That may be a small sacrifice, or loss when it applies to ,say, a rock. Or a chair.
But what about love? Hate? Loss?Joy?. Whole sonnets, Whole libraries cannot begin to illustrate these. So too much dependance on them blinds us to what things really are. They deafen us to the enormity of a feeling or an idea.
Can you distill and orgasm into a paragraph? The first kiss into a sentence. Love into a word?
No we cannot. And its only experiencing them that reawakens us to how enormous, how awe inspiring, how intense things can be.
It is simply amazing, how a second a minute can stretch, and deepen until, it seems like, time is frozen.
How a kiss can contain within it the promise, and yearning, of a lifetime. How sadness, can broaden, to such size than it feels like the whole world is erased before it, rendering the whole of creation insubstantial, like a dream.
We toil, in the mundane, we struggle in the banal. Our sight fading more and more every day, until, a word, a voice, a look explodes across our senses and cuts right through us.
The world, changes in a split second. We awake, and soar or fall. Yet, irrespective of if this leads us into an abyss of sadness so great it seems the world is drained of every last smidgeon of color. Or we erupt into a cosmos soaring so high it seems our mind cannot handle the enormity of joy and pleasure we are in. It is good either way, because we are living with all of ourself. Every cell, Every fiber of our being is alive! it's singing, moaning, to the very depth of our core.
If that is not the goal of Life, to embrace those moments completely, and consume every last of it, then I do not know what is.
The gift of living is having the ability to experience that. Good or bad, high or low.
That is my humble opinion.