I arrived Syntagma yesterday evening. The streets were so empty you would believe they were haunted. Only a few stray dogs and a bunch of police buses and men from the fire department would witness my careful steps towards my hotel in Plaka. They helpfully showed me the way, and ensured me there would be nothing to worry about, for the moment.

Arriving Plaka was another world. I enjoyed this warm December evening walking the narrow streets where the cafe tables are still standing outdoors with candle lights.  Akropolis is lightened up at night so that one can enjoy the sight of it at any times.

I have come here to listen to one of my heroes, Pantelis Thalassinos, who is playing tonight and tomorrow evening here in Athens. I am also here because of my own music. And it is like the whole town is whispering “change”, both on behalf of itself and me.