Whenever you tell these stories, Aizen, I laugh so hard because I imagine the Greek mama's bois pretending to be all tough. I've been to Athens, and I've been to Greece. Everyone's so buddy-buddy with each other, working with their mommies until they're, like, 50, giving love and hugs to each other and enjoying their gyros and what-not.
Your picture of Greece is like.... So different from reality. "(...) either far-right or anarchists. In the neighborhood I live at it's full of anarchists, drug dealers, potheads, club addicts." At Piraeus? You know, if I google Piraeus I get "old world charm" and what-not. People go there for fucking vacation. And wait, club addicts? Oh no. They go to the clubs? Is it those clubs that stay open past 10 pm?
Visit Baltimore or Los Angeles suburbs. You painting this.... picture of Greece when we have a bunch of people here from the US.. Well, it's cute.
Not very believeable if you've been to where you live. But it's cute.
I think really your passion is to give love to people in the form of gyros and olive oil. You love cooking and you believe you're a sociopath because your mommy cries when she watches Dr. Phil and you don't. So you feel like you need to rebel as the black sheep in the family. But then really you love the company, you love the food, and you just love your mama's hugs. I do too.
I think you're a very nice, quiet, Greek dude IRL. This bravado you're pulling online.... It's funny. It makes me laugh. Keep at it. I love Greece, and I love fiction.