We are taught from a young age not to talk to strangers. In my city, we navigate our lives wrapped in psychic armor. Headphones on, eyes down, avoiding contact. Unsolicited friendliness is interpreted not as kindness, but as a scam, a threat, or a sign of mental instability. Our interactions are increasingly transactional, optimized for speed at the expense of connection. This constant state of guardedness, while perhaps feeling safe, slowly starves us. It creates a world tha

For a long time, I felt deeply alienated from my own work. My days were fragmented into a series of emails, spreadsheets, and meetings. I was a cog in a machine, completing small parts of a larger process I never saw the end of. It created a psychic split, a feeling that my "real life" was something that happened outside of work, leaving me drained and unfulfilled. My cure came in the form of a small, hand-painted ceramic cup I bought in Crete. The shop owner told me his wife

I confess: I am a recovering productivity addict. My mornings used to be a frantic sprint, a series of "hacks" and "optimizations" designed to shave seconds off my routine. I’d check emails before my feet hit the floor, gulp down coffee while scanning the news, and be mentally "at work" before I'd even showered. I was running a marathon at a sprinter's pace, every single day, and calling it "efficiency." It was, in reality, a state of chronic, low-grade panic. Then, in Greece

My name is Despina. I’m 63 now, though most people in Vathi still call me “To Koritsi tou Fournou”—the baker’s daughter. It’s not untrue. My father, Giorgos, ran the old stone bakery down by the harbor for over forty years, and I was the one waking up at four each morning to light the ovens and knead dough long before the roosters found their voice. But if that’s all they remember of me, let me now confess the rest, because there is more to the scent of bread than yeast and f

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The vibrant tapestry of Greek culture is enriched by a unique mindset that shapes the way modern Greeks navigate daily life. Known for...

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It's no secret: due to the 7-years long recession in Greece, which has resulted in a 25% slash in the county's GDP and a 25% unemployment...

This is an excerpt from the book "With Love from Athens" by Cristache Gheorghiu: it's so refreshing to discover what non-Greeks have to...

When he was in his mid-60s, Stamatis Moraitis was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. His doctor told him he had between six and nine...

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