Non-Fiction Covid-19 Dispatch: Athens farewell By Fotis Kapetopoulos | March 25, 2020 | FOTIS KAPETOPOULOS writes about Athens as he scrambles to leave a city shutting down. * Athens, Wednesday, March 11I was leading my annual arts and cultural tour of Athens, from March 9 to 13. Artists and producers from outside Greece come to Athens for five days and my partners and I introduce them to peers, and we visit museums, concert, theatres and cultural centres. The program began to fall apart after the third day. What was a concern on day one became reality mid-week. Wednesday night, around 10pm we all got a message from the Greek government on our phones, in Greek and English. “The Greek government has ordered the closure of all museums, concert halls, and theatres, schools and universities. Do not go out unless it is essential, do not travel unless it is essential…” Our meetings, performances and museum tours ended abruptly. This is a city that does not know what audience development is. Over 1500 new theatre performances and concerts per annum are packed. Art, music, theatre are not an option for Athenians…they are as indispensable as food and water. The members of my group began to change flights. Two Americans just made it to the last Etihad flight before the United States closed its borders. Athens, Thursday, March 12This day was unnaturally quiet. Athens’ chorus is the human voice – the city is a constant murmur – but today it was quiet. Standing on my balcony I saw a bright green parrot flying over, screeching. I cannot remember seeing a parrot flying free in Greece before. I spent most of the day in the apartment gifted for my stay by a friend. It has a completely glazed wall with a direct, eye-level view of the Parthenon. The sun began to set, burned orange and sharp pink, behind the Parthenon. A few shots of raki later and a large enough joint, I put on Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon. I think it was the first times in over 35 years that I fully understood what the album means, at least to me. The National Museum of Contemporary Art, closed. Athens, Friday, March 13At 10:30am Plaka was almost uninhabited. Nervous shopkeepers and restaurant owners hauled open their shutters, a Nordic school group and a few old people scattered around. The cafes, which should have been crammed with people sipping breakfast coffee and eating bougatsa (sweet semolina pastry), were near empty. By 2pm the tavernas in Psyri – Athens’ hipster centre – were sparse, instead of crammed with people sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, ordering lunch. The few of us who ate out did so quietly. We cleaned our utensils with antiseptic; we tried not to look at each other. No one has ever been scared of the ‘gaze’ here; this is not Australia. It is normal to gaze, to flirt, and intervene in strangers’ conversations. Athens by 3pm was quieter and emptier, and that is is not what Athens has ever been. People were seeking refuge in their apartments. I sat sipping tsipouro (grappa) on the balcony, staring at the sunlight that sparkled off the bleached ruins off the Parthenon. It warmed my bones. The spring air was warm, crisp and clean. On our balconies, we all breathed in the air but it was an air of terror that we stoically tried to not express fear. At night it was still quiet. The music had been silenced. The musicians in the streets, the innumerable taverns and venues, music from the bars and clubs expired. The lust for life, that hit and rush that Athens is, had evaporated. No kissing, handshaking, touching, or hugging… this has never happened in my lifetime. Personal space is an Anglo-American-Saxon, Protestant thing. We Greeks need public space, and communal space; human touch, discussion and argument and cheek-to-jowl civic relationships. Athens, Saturday 14 MarchBy 10am I had packed my bags, but I do not want to leave. I loathed the fear that had infected me. Not fear of Covid-19, but a fear of not seeing my family, of being stuck and likewise, of leaving the city I love. I’ve had an affair with Athens since I was young. I’ve tried to live here many times, but it never wanted me with the same desire. Athens was totally shut down. No cafes, no shops, nothing, but for pharmacies, kiosks and supermarkets. “This is a war with an invisible enemy,” said the taxi driver taking me to the airport just after squeezing some gel in his hands. “I’m not sacred of the virus, I am scared of poverty, you are my only customer since yesterday,” he said. Athens was getting ready for the 35 million tourists descending on Greece from April onwards. They would stay a few days for the culture and food, then go to the many islands and the coast for summer. Athens had been edging out of financial crisis with the arts and culture leading the revitalisation. A fulcrum of new art and new performance in a post crisis period. Now it was all silenced. The ruins of the Parthenon will stand alone – for a while – to breath the crisp air. The Acropolis will provide an emotional sanctuary for Athenians, those four million living in a city that spreads out like a wedding dress below. During the past 2,500 years earthquakes, fire, exploding gunpowder, looting and defacement have all rocked the Parthenon, the apotheosis of Greek architecture. The ancient Athenians built it in only eight years. Not much later, they died from the plague along with their leader Pericles, all huddling behind the Acropolis’ walls, as the Spartans burned Attica’s farms and fields. Melbourne, Sunday March 15Isolation for 14 days, away from my wife and son. Sharing a house with a friend. We are all now huddled behind our walls. The hubris, the self-assuredness, the superiority of culture and ideas, our overwhelming sense of personal injustice, and justice, our sacred feelings – just like those of the superior ancient Athenians, are now meaningless as they were for them. Feelings, culture, values are no match for a very democratic virus. That emerald parrot screeching and joyfully skimming though the Athenian air may know something we do not. The sun sparkles off the Acropolis as it sets. Facebook Twitter Pinterest LinkedIn Email About the Author: Fotis Kapetopoulos Fotis Kapetopoulos heads Kape Communications Pty Ltd that runs; Athens Burns Bright and Bite the Big Apple! New York City cultural ecology tours. He was the Senior Multicultural Media and Policy Adviser to Victorian Premier Ted Baillieu. He was the Editor for the English edition of Neos Kosmos, Australia's leading Greek media outlet. He headed Multicultural Arts Victoria, was awarded a Smithsonian Institution, Washington DC Internship and an Asialink Arts Management Residency at the National Arts Council of Singapore.