Cars in Athens | in.gr
The charming man and the striking woman walk out the front door of their home, airy and confident. They take 3.5 steps and get into their polished cars, which are parked right in front.
They turn on the radio and to the sounds of their favorite music they get lost in the straight open road, dragging five or six yellow, brown and orange autumn leaves.
In a little while, fresh – fresh, they arrive at their office for a creative and productive day.
Nice huh? Now let’s go to reality.
The tired man and the suffering woman come out of the front door of their house, deflated. Most likely, one of the two pulls one or two children who in turn pull one or two school bags with wheels.
Suddenly the pack stops. The leader tries to remember…
“Where the hell am I parked?”
The pack starts again and after a couple of wanderings in the surrounding streets they finally find the car.
They welcome another pack, which is lucky enough to have a garage but also has the misfortune of being closed again by some unconscious neighborhood person.
It’s 8 p.m. Hundreds of herds from hundreds of neighborhoods come forward.
After about a dozen maneuvers and five-six collisions with front and rear vehicles, the scratched cars are finally freed and ready to pour into the safe of the city.
1st…2nd…Dead
Gear 1, the car leaves dragging two or three nylon bags and cardboard boxes that have fallen on the road from last night’s garbage collection.
Gear 2a and…brake. Deadness.
A little patience until this traffic light, let’s hope it unblocks after that.
1st…2nd…dead, 1st…2nd…dead…
The drivers’ ears are glued to the radios.
“It’s your first update on road traffic.
Increased traffic occurs in:
Athens – Corinth, from Dafni to Refineries.
Athens – Lamia, from Athens as the Kalyftaki junction, special attention to the Rossiniol bridge.
Very high on the descent of Athens – Lamia from Metamorfosi as KTEL and a big problem on the two currents of Kifisia and Mesogion, on the way to Katehaki, the rise of Vasilissis Sofia and the rise of Syngrou from Kallirois, while in Piraeus there are problems in the 34th Regiment and in the port area.»
By the time the declaration of war ends, the cars have already entered the trenches of the alleys around the schools.
Triple parking. Panicked parents pull awake children by their collars, out of cars.
Riding on sidewalks, bumping cars on a single track, jeeps, sedans, two-doors, four-doors, school minibuses and buses all in one achtarma.
In this car platoon around the school, parents of friends and classmates exchange candles like there’s no tomorrow. They all fight tooth and nail for who will escape first.
Now in favor of everything
Thirty minutes later, stuck somewhere in Attica. The Google Maps line changes from red to orange. Hands tighten on the steering wheel. The tired man and the suffering woman are preparing for the present all-out race: To find, to park near the office.
“Yesterday, -beep- Evi caught up with the crowd in front of the old tax office. I have to catch up with her”
Misfortune. A transport van overtook us all.
After six or seven laps around the office, you have met and greeted almost all of your colleagues. Greet with fake smiles over the handlebars, knowing full well you’re in a battle for a spot.
Unfortunately, you are not in the conflicts you were going to the amusement park. He walked past you, you exchanged a frozen smile and as he looked up from you, “Bap!” his nails for good.
Finally. You found a place. After a 6-minute walk, you will reach the office. The others who have already parked will have already gone up to the desk and already ordered coffee, without waiting for you.
From the open window of a stationary car Loukianos Kilaidonis can be heard:
If I go to bed early, I’ll get up early
I will start early and park early
if I sleep late, I will get up late
and when I look for a position it will be too late