Morning-after-ness
Dec. 16th, 2010 11:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bktheirregularThe burned-out stuff is gone from Panepistimiou Street this morning. The fire-gutted Jeep has been hauled away. Windows still show fractures from stones, and facades and steps still are ragged where the hooligans smashed them to get ammunition to throw at the riot cops.
The downside of living here.
Got home safe, evacuating at about four-thirty in the afternoon, but the air was still saturated with tear gas. Burned the sinuses. But the violence seemed confined to Panepistimiou Street (maybe with a little on Stadiou, one block west; I didn't go to check, just made a beeline for home). Two blocks east, all was calm as I went by, and by the time I got to my place on Embassy Row, the only signs that all might not be well were the overflowing dumpsters from the trash-haulers' strike.
Gah. Sounds depressing.
But hey. I've got a job involving some stuff which can be interesting, I've got a roof over my head with no debts attached ... although apparently my balcony's causing problems for the guy living below me - so tonight I've got to get someone to look at the balcony, maybe see if the tiles are properly sealed or something. Still, it's better than the old place, where my ceiling was the leaky one, and I had to deal with the roach infestation, even if it was in an upscale neighborhood. (There are disadvantages to living right over a grocery store.)
Things are calmer today out in the street. People at the office are complaining about the cold; I, being used to New York winters, didn't realize that 45 degrees qualified as hideously cold.
The downside of living here.
Got home safe, evacuating at about four-thirty in the afternoon, but the air was still saturated with tear gas. Burned the sinuses. But the violence seemed confined to Panepistimiou Street (maybe with a little on Stadiou, one block west; I didn't go to check, just made a beeline for home). Two blocks east, all was calm as I went by, and by the time I got to my place on Embassy Row, the only signs that all might not be well were the overflowing dumpsters from the trash-haulers' strike.
Gah. Sounds depressing.
But hey. I've got a job involving some stuff which can be interesting, I've got a roof over my head with no debts attached ... although apparently my balcony's causing problems for the guy living below me - so tonight I've got to get someone to look at the balcony, maybe see if the tiles are properly sealed or something. Still, it's better than the old place, where my ceiling was the leaky one, and I had to deal with the roach infestation, even if it was in an upscale neighborhood. (There are disadvantages to living right over a grocery store.)
Things are calmer today out in the street. People at the office are complaining about the cold; I, being used to New York winters, didn't realize that 45 degrees qualified as hideously cold.
