My former home - the city where I have been living for 10 years - is not my home any longer. I thought I knew every stone, but the stones do not recognize me. The houses are still there, but with different names displayed on the bells. The streets are still there, but they speak a different language.
I lost my heart in Athens, where I have just attended the IAPTI Second International Conference for Translators and Interpreters (#iapti 2014). The Greek capital is much more than its historical heritage (of course, the monuments are beautiful). Athens is diversity, and art. Vibrant and inspiring. There is so much to see - one who tasted it has to come back one day.
Sometimes, I wish I could work and live in an ivory tower. But I cannot. I am part of this world. For thousands innocent civilians in the Middle East and Eastern Ukraine, this summer was the last one. I wish I could turn back time to bring them back to life.