Yannis Kalogirou was born in 1994. Studied computer science at the University of Piraeus, lives in Athens and works in the publishing industry. His first collection of poems “Hermia oscillates” is republished by the Enypnio publishing house.

Boredom by Alberto Moravia and Momo by Michael Ende.

I’m fascinated by Meursault from Albert Camus’s Happy Death. “In the face of suffering and loneliness, today’s heart said no. And in the great despair that seized him, Meursault clearly felt that the only true thing in him was rebellion, and everything else was squalor and lies.

I think smoking Camus with his melancholic, contemplative style, Tennessee Williams with his penetrating sensuality, Charles Bukowski with his beer and Andreas Empiricos with his impassioned readings would complete the scene perfectly. Especially if Tom Waits is standing in some corner with his piano.

His realization that one of the worst forms of oppression is that which is disguised and projected as solidarity.

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

“The Stranger” by Albert Camus. I return to it every summer.

We dream of “journeys” and “destinations”, stuck, dumb and afraid to take even the first step on our journey, on our personal journey.

From my favorite Pink Floyd lyric: Strangers walk down the street / Two different looks meet by chance / And I am you and what I see is me. In the depths of our souls, nothing separates us, we are united and live together harmoniously in an atmosphere of mutual respect and empathy. I decided to name and accept this utopia as my own god.

The flame that feeds them is extinguished. We allow ourselves to forget them and their truth. That is our truth.