This is wrong



Athens, a couple of hours ago.
Chaos. I'm in the streets. At the "front line".
Smoke coming out from everything, fire burning, it's
raining stones.

No umbrella for that.

People swearing, crying, screaming.
Shops vandalized and broken bits of glass all over the floor.
This is rage. This was built up inside the people.
It's not just a flash.

This is not right. Not humane..I think...

"-Hi man you got a lighter? i lost it here somewhere.
-Yea sure man.
-I'm Mike by the way from Crete! I've been trying to go home for
about an hour now.
-I'm Nick.
-This is wrong man."

Tear gas. I can smell it.

I can still
handle it. I think.

I lost the t-shirt i had to filter my air with.
Hmm...I liked that t-shirt..



It's like I'm being punched in the stomach now.
My eyes start to cry , and an itch... I want to scratch them out.

Spitting , coughing..this.. I can't handle.
I fall down.
Still conscious, but blind.
Two reporters come running to me.
They have water. They throw it at my face
and try to wash my eyes. And they lifted me up.

I was fine. Better.