About a couple of years ago, Dimitris Hristoulas, a pensioner

About a couple of years ago, Dimitris Hristoulas, a pensioner

About a couple of years ago, Dimitris Hristoulas, a pensioner pharmacist, “as if ready since long” like a
famous verse goes and like bloggers wrote later, went to his landlady to pay utilities etc, told her he
would be absent for a while for medical examinations, went to Syntagma square, sat under a tree and
shot himself. In his pockets they found a suicide note going more or less like “My generation is
considered responsible for the present condition of Greece. Also my generation is not the one to take
on arms first and resist. Young men should be first but this doesn’t mean that the first casualty cannot
be someone on the next row of fighters. I choose to become that kind of first casualty, I don’t have to
first wait until I look for food in the dustbins. I hope that the next casualty won’t be due to suicide” .
In Spain Joaquín Carbonell wrote for the above Dimitris the famous song
Canción para Dimitris
Song for Dimitrtis,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0upnAY0D4I
Refugio de palomas
Refuge of pigeons
Luz violeta de pincel
Brush touch of purple light
La mañana griega se sintió volar
The Greek morning felt like flying
Serena la cigarra
Se aturdió bajo el mantel
Que guardaba un desayuno tan vulgar
Calm, the cicada
Astonished under the tablecloth
That kept such a common breakfast
La higuera vio la fuente
Y brotó luz de la mile
Son las ocho y los dioses ya no están
The fig tree saw the fountain
And light sprouted from the honey
It is eight and the gods are gone
Dimitris es agudo
Un anciano de papel
Una voz que clama al mundo sin gritar
Dimitris is sharp
An old man according to his papers
A voice that claims to the world without a shout
A veces el destino nos empuja hacia el final
Rompiendo las señales de aparcar
Un tiro no es un ruido es como una cathedral
Que se esfuma entre la niebla de crystal
Sometimes destiny pushes us towards the end
Breaking no-parking signs
A shot is not a noise it is like a cathedral
That fades in the glassy fog
Dimitris busca el árbol
Y Sintagma es el lugar
Al frente el Parlamento Nacional
Dimitris looks for the tree
And Syntagma is the place
In front of the National Parliament
Empuña una pistola
En un gesto tan vulgar
Que no llama la atención del personal
He holds a pistol
In such a common gesture
That does not call the attention of anybody
“No quiero su limosna
Hoy me rindo sin luchar
No buscaré comida en un corral”.
“I do not want any charity
today I give up without a fight
I will not look for food in the garbage”.
Los cielos se cerraron
Y la tierra fue a llorar
Era abril en cada punto cardinal
The skies closed
And the land started to cry
It was April in every cardinal point
A veces el destino nos empuja hacia el final
Rompiendo las señales de aparcar
Un tiro no es un ruido es como una cathedral
Que se esfuma entre la niebla de crystal
Sometimes destiny pushes us towards the end
Breaking no-parking signs
A shot is not a noise it is like a cathedral
That fades in the glassy fog
A veces el destino nos empuja hacia el final
Rompiendo las señales de aparcar
El portavoz del Fondo Monetario Gerry Rice
Confesó que estuvo a punto de llorar
Sometimes destiny pushes us towards the end
Breaking no-parking signs
The spokesperson of the IMF Gerry Rice
confessed that he almost cried.
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As Greeks and as DJs we had added our own expression of gratitude through a singlink*, but here let’s
borrow the fantastic melody of the above song to make the point we had said we would about the start,
end, and interim of life in situations, conditions, times etc where the photos we saw of dawn, sunset
and interim were eloquent. The following paragraphs can be read and/or sung in the melody of the
“Canción para Dimitris” :
A paradise we know since cradle
is our mother’s tone of voice
when she says sweet nothings just to see us smile
And if we’re very lucky
our deathbed is again like that
till we start to dream forever all we loved
And if we are unlucky
all that just remain ideal
but we can forgive life saying that she tried
But if our life in the interim
feels like hell then we think twice
if we’ve met what just deserves Life’s full contempt
continued in the next pdf…
*In the beginning of the following link** • Two letters about Canto General at Herodeion.pdf
**The youtube link we had used there had the translation in English as subtitles, but unfortunately the link has
been deactivated. That’s why in the previous page we included a translation in the text.
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