Dispatches from Greece Three: Notes from two months in Exarcheia
El Errante “Come and get food, Motherfuckers!” The call, in a slight accent, echoes down the marble steps of the squat—the daily common meal is ready. In many ways this call for food encapsulates the nature of squatting in Greece. … Continue reading Dispatches from Greece Three: Notes from two months in Exarcheia
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