Fate Brought Me to Hellada (Again)

Athens, Greece

When one door closes another opens (but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.)

Alexander Graham Bell

Looking back, I believe that I have never been able to pinpoint this incident as precisely as I can in this case:

It was on July 8, 2020, exactly between 3 and 5 pm, when one door closed for me and another one opened.

It was at this very moment that I was disinvited from the life of the one I love most. And exactly on this day and at this time I was invited by a friend, Fate, to stay with her in Athens to take the next step in my life.

I left Vienna on 30 July, leaving my passport behind, losing it at the airport right after my check-in.

I arrived in Athens with no passport and no money in my pockets.

Can this work?

It does… doors open… it seems with each new encounter… every day.

The Greek national identity was by large parts defined when they defeated the Persians 2,500 years ago. Everyone knows Xerxes, but no one is given that name. It’s almost as if someone named Judas is going to the Vatican.

So most of my conversations start out something like:

“What is your name?”


“Xerxes”?! No problem, we beat you last time!”

“Don’t worry… this time

I come in peace 🖖🏽”