Ferries, trains, airplanes, Athens, Ios, Santorini and Amsterdam: Part 4 - Back to Athens

It was often a flat sort of melancholy feeling I felt on the boat. I really wasn't thinking about getting back together with Unicorn as a solution to anything, but I kept thinking that I didn't want to be with anyone else, either.

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Aside from Unicorn, music and writing was very much on my mind that boat ride:

I am feeling political at the moment as I wait for the boat to leave Nexus to head to Paros then Piraeus (the name of Athens's port) and have been conjuring some imagery that would make good music video fodder for a political record.

"This is not a Castle, and You are not a King"
In this song the White House would be torn down to reveal perhaps Bush in his underwear looking scared and Cheney scolding him than running for perhaps a helicopter or underground bunker. Would focus on Bush's declaration of his will over that of the Constitution and American people.

I also jotted down a brief inspiration based on Kucinich's raising of the articles of impeachment against Bush:

"The Articles have been Raised"

Perhaps start with a clip of Kucinich's lengthy impeachment speech.

Following these musings for music videos that I was so proud of then but feel less sure about now (although a song OR video featuring Kucinich's raising of the Articles of Impeachment would still be baddass) are some lyrics.

"Operation Enduring Imperialism"

The guns are useless
Against the will
Of the self-proclaimed martyrs
Who give their lives to destroy ours...

And how can we say
That we think we know
What lie going through our minds
Is better than his

We are imposing
What our founders opposed
We are struggling to hold on
To what we know

Because if their faces
Were our sons' and daughters'
Our brothers' and sisters'
Our mothers' and fathers'

Then this war would
be impossible

Impossible.

(clips of Iraqi children here could be potentially effective)

How can you say
That you know
That are values are better
than those of the dead, when the blood is on our hands?

I met a few interesting folks on the trip, many of whom played my guitar, but the man I am most thankful to as a fellow whose name I cannot remember at the moment that allowed me to use his computer to try and track down Unicorn, whom I had gotten the romantic notion of trying go to Eurodisney with...as friends.

I was able to send her some e-mails, but I never heard back from her. Here is what I wrote afterward:

16:30

I fail to see how it will be remotely possible for me to make it to Paris before Unicorn departs now...
Perhaps I can meet her in Amsterdam...if she is even stopping there...

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What do I want to say to Unicorn? As the loudspeaker plays, I don't feel like I mind being alone, need to be with anyone, need a change

yet

something else thinks I should hold on to this, because

for so many reasons

I know

it could be

I think

it could

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so I wrote this in my journal, after realizing I would not be able to get to Paris in time and my last hope was somehow getting to Amsterdam:

(afer 16:30, Greek time) What do I want to say to Justine?> As the loudspeaker plays emergency instructions and we finally depart from out last stop before Piraeus in Athens, I realize I truly have no idea except that I want to tell her I love her "there is no other girl like you and I don't want to lose yo; I want to marry you someday, when everything makes more sense. In the meantime, I don't think any other woman can truly make me happy for the simple reason that they are not you. I don't want to be without you, I do not want to throw the beauty of our colliding spirits away somewhere I will not see it

What I am trying to say is I want you, if you will have me...

What I want to ask is

Will you marry me?"

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I made it to Amsterdam by spending the last of my money flying from Athens (about $1000), Money that could have financed a few more weeks of exploring. I was afraid I would not catch her, and after waiting for her to show at the cafe I requested her presence at over an e-mail, I finally went twoards her gate, with no idea how I would get past security since that wasn't my gate.

I finally decided to pretend like I was simply going that way and put forth energy suggesting nothing out of the ordinary, like I was not at a gate in which I was flying through. I had no idea if I could make it, but told myself to use my energy in such a way to suggest I had every right to be there, and hope for the best.

I hoped for the best, I kept a straight face, and I made it through.

I strained my nek looking for her and hoped she hadn't boarded, waited what seemed like forever and irritated airport staff by asking for her but not giving too much information, like who I was, and what flight I was on...

waiting

took so

long


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Then I saw her.