Athens, Dec 7 2008.
Alexandros, 15 years old, died from the wounds inflicted by a policeman on Saturday night.
A 15-year-old kid dead. My eyes well up with tears as I look at his beardless face on TV, inside a cafe on Tositsa st, amidst teargas, fire trucks and clashes with the police.
After the kid, a second victim, the city.
I don't know why I well up; from the teargas or out of desparation. I don't have a solution, or an answer. I only feel pain, confusion, anger, confusion.
Athens is Sarajevo. It's Baghdad. But it can't be. We are eating our own flesh.
I don't know any more why I well up.
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