Out at Ian’s school


Came out to this little America of a place with its PTA and bake sales and Halloween carnival and football team to pick up my son and bring him home. ACS American Community School in Halandri. Like they helicoptered in a school from Illinois or somewhere like that. Churns out Americans from all sorts of raw material, Greek Korean Arab, Indian, what have you, provided they can afford it. Lucky for me, Ian’s recently deceased Grandfather foots this bill.

I found it very strange to see that they were still teaching these kids about Thanksgiving with the paper pilgrim hats and the turkeys and all of that crap. I was amused when my son wrote a poem about living in a sod hut on the prairie with the line “Pa, git the musket, the Injuns is comin’ “.

A couple of years ago the music teacher (since moved on) had watched too many episodes of “Glee” and had them all doing big musical numbers in costume. Her “Tribute to the 80’s” was A-Ha’s “Take on Me” and Michael Jackson and “love take us up where we belong” and like that. I asked her “where are the Ramones? Where is Iggy Pop? Where is Devo?” and her eyes went blank. “I guess my 80’s were different from yours”.

They teach the kids arithmetic with dollars and cents and pounds and ounces and miles. They teach Greek as a second language. They started this school for the children of American military personnel stationed in Glyfada, but after they closed the base it became the Americanization camp that it is now.

But they have a swimming pool and a tennis court and they teach Chinese and all. Sort of like an American public school before Reagan.

He’s been coming here since Kindergarten. I begin to feel a little nostalgic about the place. I came to the Halloween carnival a couple of years ago and ate a Hamburger that tasted exactly like one I ate in Pueblo, Colorado in 1964. Let’s do the time warp again.

Maria opening

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Maria opening

Maria opens at the old school where I played a drag queen in national Theatro.  Memories memories. Wish her well. Last night at generali she was so nervous her mouth dried out. Poor baby.
As the show opened, Maria came on and she was amazing. She was great. I had never seen her so good in anything. The range of her expressions and her vocal facility and body language were amazing. Bravo baby!

Beirut w/ Clear Tears

After the show. Excellent restaurant tonight. Spicy pumpkin and revithia and other good stuff. Few people no loud music.

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Stinky dressing room. Like Athens 20 years ago. More. I took a pillow off the couch in my dressing room to rest my head on my yoga mat. After my yoga, my neck was itching me. I investigated the pillow and the couch from which it had come and saw a multitude of identical black dots. whoops. bedbugs. delightful when combined with 50 year old urine smell. Informed later by Yani that the dressing rooms were even worse before and that their current state was the result of a cleaning program instituted by him.

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Terrible loud restaurant. The dancers like it. Old folks outside with the smokers.
Everything I hate in a restaurant after a show. Trying hard not to just leave.

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Beirut Airport

steven and max arrive beirut

Made it in one piece. Border guard was young woman. Got same visa as before. So much worry. Had to replace my passport with a temporary one because of malicious stamping by Israeli border guard two years ago.

Waiting for the Brussels crew to arrive. Guy sitting next table talking to Finnish UN  soldiers about the Jew media and how the jews get their fangs into every country they inhabit. In Cyprus, there was this goofy teenager who told me and everyone else he had had enough of Greece and was heading back to syria. Just setting the stage. Waiting for the gang to arrive from Brussels. Having a Pepsi. No Coke. Pepsi.