Athens

Athens
After my good confesión I put my will target on the recuperation of my self control. Remembering one day after the comunion I trying light a cigarette I feel so disgusting as I stoped smoke for ever. If was a miracle or the cognitive conductual therapy, at this moment don’t be able to discern was had the real cause for this success. But my principal weakness it is believing at as I act, with the result to crash my face to a wall, like as passing with other priest for the same church, a coward named Romulo Puiggary, years after. But the fact was at the moment my spiritual recovery go ahead. A young couple of friends, Aina and Kiko Sainz de Vicuña invited me to his house to hear an former priest married to a Jew wife his talk about the Bible. I don't have any dubs of the good intentions of this friends, they was the people who invited me for all Christmas after the failling wedding with Carole, sharing his three sons family with me during this intimate celebration. Then I accepted in good grade heard this renegade priest point of view. The problem was this man was asshole trying sold a new faith and at the third seance, reading an small Hebrew book, he translate this sentence "We can do All" Quickly I asked him "Bet you pardon? I'm in a drug recovery and you proposed me, allow me do all" are you sure your translation it is correct?
Nine /eleven arrive, and this day we had a talk seance, when I arrived he tell me ..Shalom! the account is settled!. With that this asshole has can confused me more. At this moment I decided go to Israel and see in situ what was the problem, as obviously Israel was involved, active or passive, but involved and now this concerned the entirely humanity.
The day after I buy a flight ticket Buenos Aires, Athens, Jerusalem, Buenos Aires. I return to his owner my apartment, sold a chandelier to Jew dealer for a low price, and I call a miserable called Bausili to touch 1500us dollars who this bastard must paid me as my stake on a painting by Chabas(after I was informed this was sold at more high price) He tell me the next wenesday mornig I paid you, then I agree to pay my last bills of the apartmment and gave back the keys. This wenesday morning I reach him by phone and he answered me, "To day I can't paid you as don't go down town" That put me furious and tell him "You take a compromise for to day, and that cause I take myself a compromise who now I can't honoured" "sincerely you didn't respect a gentleman agreement" and cut the line. As was completely outraged for this treatment, go outh to walk with the sincerely wish to knock his face if have the luck to find him. Ten or eleven blocs far my house, at Libertador Avenue down Brithish Embassy in the front sidewalk I see this man(All that was happens 20minutes after the phone call) cross the avenue and taking him for his back, I tell him "Faquet" was his name," If need more than me the money you can keep" Then he became bloddy furious screaming "I DON'T NEED THIS MONEY " "Look this building, back the embassy the floor five is mine" obviously was poor spirit man. Looking his eyes say him "Then paid me now"
Money ordered, I take my flight 9pm landed the following day at Athens. How don't speak Greek I must speak English who was enourmously worst like now but with gestes and some french words I arrived to explain taxi driver bring me near the Acropolis Hotel, That was completely unnecesary but down the Acropolis was placed the tourist center of the town with hundred hotels cheap prices. All my life wished see the Greek ancient art. Then a little asking and walking with my good nose detecting the arqueological sites in two days I has had a good orientation. The first visit was the following day the Partenon of course. How I was read years ago"Forward an Architecture" by Le Corbusier I find quickly the exactly point of view to see the Monument, where the horizont line reach the first step of the grades basament. Here the magnificent lines game and the capricious mountains line put the temple on the space through a metaphysical geometry.
Obviously the contact with the ancient art was balsam for my spirit as confused was my brain with all the troubles generated at the last year in Argentina. Again living at the great proportions for the magnificents old civilizations put my mind to search answers about the modern like the confronting exhibition at the Goulandris collection between Ciclades sculptures and the Modigliani Cariatides or the Brancusi works. Each day go to hear the Mass to San Dionisio Aeropaguita, coming back of I find on the middle of sidewalk wrapped like Baby a head grey hair 50 or 60 years old without arms and legs, he was more little that normal, to approach him and he look me, perhaps afraid completely undefended, completely shocked I couldn't say a word; only put a coin of hundred dracmas beside him. I have his face, fire mark in my memory. More or less I understand can be a message ! A terrible message... No hope ! But a this time all my hope was in God, believing in the existence of a good God like the Christian learning and praying for him continue my way.
Days after I go to the Pireo Harbour, there buy a ferry ticket to Mikonos as was the only island identified by my deplorable Greece Geography and the Egean Sea.