More than ten years ago I made a story on pit-bull dog owners in Athens. We took the pictures in an empty parking lot and when we stopped for the day Ilias Panagiotarakos asked me to do one more. It turned out it was in front of the golden dawn graffiti.
I’ve spend time in public offices, in the metro, in banks and took part in numerous conversations with people shouting that we had a better time when we had a junta.
So are you surprised? I ‘m not.
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I was in my late 20’s when I saw my first Theo Angelopoulos film. It wasn’t even in a movie theater. I saw it stoned on Arte channel in Paris. It was the only thing on tv not overdubbed in French. A couple of years later -Jan. 2002- I am on a riverboat in the Amazon, on the spot where Peru, Colombia and Brazil meet. We were invited to spend the night before sailing the next day since we payed for one of the two “cabins” on the boat.
We find ourselves drinking a bottle of rum and more with three Chilean students. Drunk and overexcited one of them - no more than twenty years old with visible signs of acne - is raving about Theo Angelopoulos movies. He is talking about scenes from his movies and he just won’t shut up.
We pull an all nighter and when the sun is up we drink beer for breakfast since we are in the Colombian part of the border. My friend is still talking about Theo and Pinochet. The sun is so bright by now and I left the sunglasses in my backpack.
