Nina Maria Paschalidou

Love and War

2006-08-04T23:12:00.000+03:00

This is to remember that love deceives us. It comes when we most need it, it takes strange shapes and forms, then it transforms into words, even when do not hear them we think we do, or we say them. Once a man I repsect told me that to love is to surpass, to exceed once self , especially in these times when everything is so flat. Love is to forgive, love is to see beyond yourself, love is to love even though you know that it is lies you hear. I know since I have loved. Love prevails in peace and war. This is a couple in Beiruit just a few days ago. This is to let us know that even if it is just chemistry, difficult situations either bind people together or seperate them. Pitty on those who cannot love.

Luminous

2006-03-24T23:09:00.000+02:00

These days are strange days. I try to take my mind away from the things that I am involved in, see them from a distance, observe. Most times I don't like what I see, I don't like the words I hear, and I don't like the words I do not hear. And there are times when I feel numb. I d' rather live in the dark, or is it that I live in the dark? It is hard to realise that even in the darkness the moonlight does not let one rest. Even one shade means there is light. If only I understood light a little better. This is the sadest realization, to see in the dark and not in daylight.

Egoism

2006-03-22T09:21:00.000+02:00

There was a time when contacting interviews was a true thing. There was glory in them,excitement, the art of writing it.My last interview was with Vincent Cassel in Paris, in a dark coffee room at hotel Costes. Writing the interview I found myself writing about my self and not the actor. I remember a writer once told me that this is the greatest fear for a writer, when the words sound like cries, when all that is down on paper is nothing more than a selfish game. That is when one has to take a long break.

Microscope

2006-02-06T01:02:00.000+02:00

I am not sure if love gives birth to love or art gives birth to love. It doesn't even matter if art is not what everyones eye perceives.I had heard Aspassios Haronitakis love story a few times, but I think that this was the only time that I reconsidered the kind of sacrifice he made for love, giving up trully valuable aspects of his life to be with the woman he loves. Or was it to be with his art? Would there be art without his love? Maybe a different kind of love. Walking in Trakadero, manching my third brioche I kept thinking of the painting on the wall. I returned to Paris to realise my summer. To realise if it was all still there. It was a wonderful feeling to see that all I had felt this summer, the yearning, the million thoughts across to another continent were all true. No painting needed for this.

Shadow

2006-01-09T23:11:00.000+02:00

Sometimes when we don't look, others do. They rise to the moment with courage and capture that moment. They raise a camera and take a photo. Then they remind us of it. I would like to remember 2005 as the year of the cat, the year that my cats left home, the year I left what I considered home. Changes come as they go. As sad as this is, what we take with us is not always what we chose to. Sometimes choices are made without us. But sometimes what others take with them for us is so strong that memories become a reality. Last but not least I would like to remember the past year with a few words from the Odyssey by Homer.
"There is space for many between a glass and the lips"

Πολλα χωρούν ανάμεσα ποτήρι κι άκρο χείλος.

This is the farewell I failed to write on the first of this year.

Adeus!

2005-12-31T20:27:00.000+02:00

Fense

2005-12-18T22:30:00.000+02:00

Behind the fense lies the truth. Or is it a lie? Is this boy a Serb or an Albanian? Is this Kosovo or is it Paris? Is the D&G jacket a fake one or a real one? Behind the fense lies what we don't know. Or is it what we know and pretend not to know? Behind the fense lies a simple fact. Let ones imagination run wild. Put some text on it and it becomes real. Put a fake text on it and believe it is real. Writing is a dangerous game. Perception is a dangerous game. The mind plays tricks on us. If only we knew..

Viva !

2005-12-12T19:31:00.000+02:00

Thy respect your neighbor

2005-12-11T23:40:00.000+02:00

Ten kilometers from Pristina lies Kosovo City, a suburb previously habituated by Serbs, today an Albanian hub. On location at the train station which also serves Pristina, young gypsie boys kick the soccer ball on a glorious sunny day. All Serbian properties in the area have been destroyed, the last ones burned to the ground in March 2003, yet the Albanians show tolerance towards the Gypsies in the agenda of a national effort for equal rights among all Kosovo citizens. However cruelty towards the Roma nomad is not a secret crime. Forgetting the sinfull past adolescent gyspies only hope that their future will be without fear of the neighbor.

City of Ghosts

2005-12-09T10:34:00.000+02:00

In a city of ghosts and memories, of war,who wasn't war, the buildings overshadow the unbearable lightness of the massacres, the NATO regime, the ex guerilla politicians, the voices who are lead by great interests.The game played in Kosovo I did not master, my mind was set in a simple observation. in a city of ghosts there is always ghostbusters, in the city raided by albanians there is always serbians who lurk in the night. Who will survive? Who will leave? Who will die? This is the beginning in a journey illuminated by one's glory of discovery and sadness of revelation. Αιντε!!

A walk on the wild side

2005-11-23T21:57:00.000+02:00

Who we are determines what we do. What we do does not determine who we are. A walk at a guest house for immigrants showed me once again that it is not humiliating to live in poverty and in need, but to live in despair, among those who don't really care for much except themselves. I am gratefull I realise I don't need to live in fakeness. And in the eyes of people with nothing I see me with everything. In the fearless eyes of people who have lived fear I see myself scared to death. I take that and I cherish it. It is our choice what we do and we don't. It is our choice who we have by our side and it is a serious choice. Being alone is also a choice, but to realize that others see what you see is salvation. I thank for the walk on the wild side. I thank for a walk on the safe side.

foam

2005-11-15T21:59:00.000+02:00

Σήμερα ήθελα μια θάλασσα.

Logic

2005-11-10T00:04:00.000+02:00

Nothing exists beyond the senses.
If anything existed beyond the senses then it would be uknowable because all knowledge is acquired through the senses.
If anything suprasensual were knowable, then the knowledge of it would be incommunicable, since all communication is through the senses.

The Great Roberry

2005-11-08T00:39:00.000+02:00

I have never been much of a patriot, or a phillelin, (a true friend of the greek civilization and spirit), I have always been a free spirit, open minded unit with no sense of who is to blame for an act, with no faith that what you do follows you in time.Yet in the sight of the elgin marbles at the British Museum in London, I was in awe. How can one walk in a four wall sanatorium and feel the vision of ancient Greece? Have you been to the Acropolis? Sure preservation is a serious matter, but what are we not able to preserve our ruins. Have you counted the steps up to the Acropolis? And if we are not able to preserve them, then what? Will history fade away in the fog of our weakness.I had a moment of despair there in the Greek section of the British Museum, and a moment of pride and a moment of fury. Thank God the Macedonian section was closed to be repaired, otherwise I would have broken something down seeing my ancestors swords in a british glass window. Vote for the elgin marbles to return home. Whay not take a trip to Athens anyways to see where they came from. www.museum-security.org

Freedom

2005-10-29T23:27:00.000+03:00

To be trully free is to be free in prison. Just something I heard..by one least expected.

Choice

2005-10-18T22:27:00.000+03:00

This is a picture by Iasonas Athanasiadis, a journalist and traveler who chose to live in Iran, refusing the way and thinking of the west. Yesterday I saw his exhibition, he is experimenting with photography, and even though he has a long way to go, as he admits so himself, he is honest in his pictures. No fakes, no screams, no blood. As an everyday life witness he has captured moments of the muslim world that only one with great respect for these people could. What is the sacrifice for a road taken or one not taken? "There comes a time when a man has to say a big yes and big no" says Iasonas, quoting Kavafis, one of the Greek great poets.

Weight of the Water

2005-10-17T23:53:00.000+03:00

What do you do when the same monster that kills you, feeds you. In Kozani and Ptolemaida two cities in the northern part of Greece the scenery speaks on its own. Five electricity plants located in the area for more than four decades decide for the fate of the habitants, who are totaly dependant on the half state half private company which provides Greece with almost half of the energy needed for daily operations. In this disturbing landscape reside people who struggle for their living and fight for their lives, cancer is like water in their vocabulary.

Domino

2005-10-07T23:49:00.000+03:00

The counting is over. So is summer. It is already cold. I think it is time to get serious. So this is a goodbye, blog time to get serious. I close my eyes and I go to sleep, the morning will take me to a beach for a swim, smiles, laughs, stones. The morning will take me to neverland.

Vida Imovel

2005-10-06T10:00:00.000+03:00

It was just yesterday that I realised that it does not really matter where you are. We think that we go through life and it is important if we are here or there, if we are with these people or the next. In the end leaving a place is difficult, but sometimes just weaking up in new sheets is a new start. Two days ago I thought that to leave is weak, that I was a coward. But to get up and go is moving and moving is good! And no matter what life remains still!
Ασάλευτη Ζωή!

A wish came true

2005-09-18T23:51:00.000+03:00

This is how this week starts! The sign says that in this restructuring there will be no accidents. We are all workers, the least we can do is to avoid accidents, so take good precaution. Kali evdomada!

Meriellitto I love you honey, thank you so...see you in Barch

Life

2005-09-17T22:32:00.000+03:00

Today was a driving day, a long driving day. Away from what makes your usual day, you look at everything from a different angle. There is no such thing as gorgeous as the sea and the sky. It doesn't matter if nobody hears your voice, if no one sees what you see. That is the beauty of it. I took a walk today, up to the mountains, down by the sea, actually I saw nothing I hadn't seen before, didn't see a soul. I spend the whole week writing about people. I started my week with the news that someone I knew for an instant died. Who am I to put down on paper other peoples lives? The least I can do is respect their stories, respect their moments. Away from what touches us and what doesn't life prevails. And the difficult thing is to stay alive.

Η Αρχη των

2005-09-17T00:37:00.000+03:00

O δρόμος που παίρνεις για να ζητήσεις κάτι, είναι δρόμος χωρίς γυρισμό.

eye

2005-09-17T00:11:00.000+03:00

What is it that he sees?

Illusion

2005-09-16T02:57:00.000+03:00

If I didn't know better I wouldn't be able to tell between Agia Sofia and the Blue Mosque. But I do know better. What is real and what is not. You weak up one morning and you decide to make a fuss about nothing...about everything. And people buy it. They are in thirst for noice, for laughs, for talks...for lies. None of this matters. But what is the Blue Mosque stays the Blue Mosque, what is Agia Sofia stays Agia Sofia.

Το αίμα νερό δεν γίνεται , λέει η γιαγιά μου.

Mi amor....

Solo quero tu

First Leaves on the Ground

2005-09-11T22:39:00.000+03:00

It is Fall, and people come and people go. But what is inside us stays. Saw an old friend today, he had lost his inspiration, he couldn't act no more, not on stage not in life, and then one day he decided to leave all behind him and break the waves. He started from scratch, refused himself, found joy in the simplest of things, found joy in re inventing himself. Then he fell in love again, he found himself...Where do I go from here? Another day, another Sunday, first weekend at home recollecting, putting down thoughts on paper like old times, holding tight on those I cherish, loving with expecting no return. Breaking the waves...

It is late and my father just called. Time to watch US Open Final, Agassi vs Federer. Who will win? It doesn't matter this is going to be a great match....

mi amor....

Debajo de tu piel vivre la luna.

Wheel of Fortune

2005-09-10T08:00:00.000+03:00

seconds..minutes...hours...days. I will not count any more..time is only in the mind of the beholder!

Hey Tiernan..Will post ikaria just for you, I think I understood your journey... at last! Did you see what I saw?

Song

2005-09-05T00:43:00.000+03:00

Sometimes a gift is given to you when you least expect it. It is as rare as a spider on a red boat on grey peddles. It makes you look at things in a different way. And red is no longer red. "The weight we carry is love, but we carry the weight wearily, and so must rest in the arms of love"

Return of the Innocence

2005-08-29T23:15:00.000+03:00

Day 1. Athens. Back from Loggos, a small paradise. Paradise is everywhere, as soon as you are where your heart calls for. The sea...I can still taste the salt. I remember I read once..."the moon lives in the lining of your skin". These are not reading days...life has prevailed. Today the first plans were made, stories, travels, smiles, cries..But summer is still here...I still have sand on my knees..and I am not letting go....

Wellcome Nini

2005-08-29T11:54:00.000+03:00

thats my first text on my brand new blog.i am happy !!!!!!is a blog created in Loggos beach under a hot sun !!!he he he!!
VIVA LOGGOS !
Nina