Before the results: Sad choices, dumb, clumsy. For the first time it happened to me that I don’t know who I want to win or lose, it’s the same. Elections mostly based on fear: that this one will come out and the other one won’t, and the phase will get even worse (whatever the phase means to everyone). Hope is not even mentioned for fun. They all ruled, we know them, memorandums are not torn, modernization is not let down, and we will not talk about socialism. All the party booths were empty – in the evening, nostalgia for 60-year-old rock and roll (I also noticed some teenagers in Varoufakis who still don’t sniff freebies). The older ones remember something as soon as we see party flags fluttering from time to time. Youth is not. Inside they have a stretched and mute thing. On the street they laugh awkwardly: “Elections? Oh no, I’m not in it, I’m bored, ‘fuck the system. The system, however, succeeds because it never gets bored. Be respectful!

After the results: What did I tell you? To avoid confusion, the people voted for what they had, because they did not find hope elsewhere. As my friend, who found her good friend, said: “Of course, where to get a divorce now … We need to find a house, move … So the next one will be better?”

*Miss Lena Divani is a writer.