I had trouble getting to sleep last night. As rest eluded me, I lay awake for what seemed like hours, staring at the ceiling with anticipation. It was late when I finally drifted off, and quite early when I awoke. If I was tired, I didn't notice.
As the day began, I felt very much as I did on the morning of our departure, certain that I was setting out to do something exciting, and very possibly something that I would never do again. Outside the quiet of Miwa and Sergei's apartment, I imagined the people of Athens felt the same.
At 11 o'clock, workers the city over would join together and march the streets in a rare and historic general strike. We would be there, not to oppose the austerity measures recently enacted by their government, but to document the occurance.
I have been elated about this opportunity all week. There are few things more compelling to me than people acting with real conviction. Whether the things they do are inane, or of great consequence is unimportant. I simply have a deep appreciation for genuine intension. Today, I imagined the streets would be overflowing with it.
We left around 10AM to make our way to the assembly point with two cameras, two lenses, and a field recorder in tow. It was a crisp, clear day and the streets were filled with music blaring over loudspeakers on nearly every block. There was a distinct air of tension and excitment as we approached the square where the demonstration was meant to begin.
Safe and sound at Miwa and Sergei's quiet apartment, we were completely drained, somewhat depressed, and fairly disgusted with humanity in general.