{"id":5623,"date":"2021-05-02T14:28:11","date_gmt":"2021-05-02T14:28:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bokoros.com\/freedom-street\/"},"modified":"2021-07-06T14:29:18","modified_gmt":"2021-07-06T14:29:18","slug":"freedom-street","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bokoros.com\/en\/freedom-street\/","title":{"rendered":"Freedom Street"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nWhat am I doing here, in the side-streets, once again? I was astounded when I saw the pictures of Kleanthis Christoforidis<\/em> Street. Though it wasn\u2019t exactly the pictures I was seeing: it was the frightened scent of abandoned life\u2014still standing tall\u2014, the petrified touches. Living stones, unliftable\u00a0 <\/sup>native lands. The other-time body of the city now lies on the borders, filled with imperceptible frontiersman-sighs. The borders are the fingertips, the community\u2019s sense of touch; homesickness and guilt. But the sky is blue, and the clouds are bright white.<\/p>\n

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Here, in the trench, everything is immortal: both the living and the dead.<\/p>\n

It is this crevice I have in mind and the blue-white sky above it.<\/p>\n

The stronger the sun, the darker \u2013the blacker\u2014our shadows in its presence. A few days later, Tassos sent me pictures of the adjacent road, propped-up by bracing pillars, to prevent the collapse. \u2018Freedom Street\u2019. The title reversed for the exhibition. Remembrance in the era of forgetfulness.\u00a0 So, I\u2019ll make a stop to light a candle, from that little flame that screeches in the joints\u2026for the sake of our need, that doesn\u2019t have a name.
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