First test of endurance is the byzantine bureaucracy. It takes oodles of paperwork, stamps, copies, notarized documents, more paperwork – oh wait, that office is closed today… come back Tuesday – except, oh dear – they’re on strike on Tuesdays. You get the picture.
Now I am at the point where I am dealing with engineers, builders, project managers, lawyers and accountants. (Yes, it's only taken me three (3) years to get that far!) I have lost patience and trust with some and developed new relationships with others... all part of the learning curve I guess.
Then there’s the sort of endearing, but ultimately soul sucking tediousness of one’s friends always smugly second guessing me. Oh, they say they support your dream – but, really, they’re sort of being subliminally snarky and spiteful. YES, dammit I HAVE heard the news about the Euro and the Greek economy. NO, the stuff you see on the late night evening news is NOT the reality (by the way – the riots in Montreal are far worse than anything in Athens). I get the feeling that they want to see me fall flat on my face. That may well happen, but for now, I am still proceeding. Slowly. Oh, so slowly.
I know you watch the news and may have read an article two in the newspapers. But I LIVE there for months at a time. I live, eat and breathe the Greek economy and politics 16 hours a day. I follow the news, the banks, the stock exchange, the parliamentary debate. I’m on it. I am not stupid. Neither am I omniscient; I am aware of the risks. I have done my homework. But as smart and as prepared as I am, I can’t predict the world economic situation.
But you know what I can do? I can gather my courage, dare to dream my dream and roll the cosmic dice. I’m sorry you don’t believe in me or have the faith in my courage that I do. If it works, I will have a lovely home in my favourite part of the world. If it doesn’t work, I will employ the safety nets I have in place. I assume you will be my friend in either event.