APO-neo-LOGISMOI 2004

January-........................A death.
..................................It was rain.
..................................It was pain.

February-.......................Work.
...................................It was snow.
...................................It was stress.

March-...........................A surgery.
...................................It was friendship.
...................................It was hope.

April-............................Cancer.
...................................It was night.
...................................It was death.

May-..............................Journey (Lille).
....................................It was sunshine.
....................................It was experience.

June-.............................Exams.
....................................It was ordinary day.
....................................It was tireness.

July-..............................EUROcup.
....................................It was summer.
....................................It was islands.

August-............................Olympic Games.
.....................................It was volunteerism.
.....................................It was enthousiasm.

September-.......................Journey (Dresden).
.....................................It was sandprints.
.....................................It was nostalgy.

October-..........................Blogging.
.....................................It was autumn.
.....................................It was criticism.

November-........................Compass.
.....................................It was maze.
.....................................It was reorientation.

December-........................Quotidian.
.....................................It was trivial.
.....................................It was simplicity.

After all, it was fruitful. It was ok. It was important.
I wish you all a fruitful 2005.

Tsunami's FAQs

"[..]I'm writing this message in the hope that in my network of friends and acquaintances there will be someone who can help. I'm volunteering with relief efforts, and I can tell you that the situation is dire.We need clean water, we need basic shelter (tents, tarps, blankets), we need clothes, we need dry rations. Most urgently however, we also need medical supplies. Antibiotics and painkillers are most useful. However, there is also a serious shortage of saline solution, syringes, IV equipment, disinfectant, gloves and bandages."
a fellow blogger in Sri Lanka.

PS: In occasions like these I find a real purpose in blogging. THE SMALLEST BIT HELPS._

Contemporary XMAS architecture ;-)

Santa Claus is coming to town!

waiting list

Αναμονή.
Επικαιρότητα.
Αλητεία.

Σου έχω πει πόσο σιχαίνομαι να περιμένω;

Κι όμως εκτιμώ τα πάντα εδώ, τα πάντα γύρω μου
τα πουλιά, τα πεύκα, το θόρυβο της πόλης
τη λιακάδα, τους βοριάδες
της σκόνη των πεζοδρομίων
τη μάνα, τον πατέρα
τη βροχή
τους φίλους

...........τους φίλους

............τους φίλους
το Δωμάτιό μου.

Εκτιμώ τα πάντα εδώ

- και περιμένω να φύγω.

deficiently numb

People dying in the end corner of the planet
tsunamis, old bombs that arise - and earthquakes

But here in the silent purple room
I see you dancing slowly
counting your money to travel around
round and round the world
And in your geography of senses
you just don't manage to clarify
if your heart's thirst less important seems
compared to the bloody children's hunger

Comfortably numb
or just normally protected by psycho-deficiency system?

Την άλλη μέρα χιόνισε...Χιόνιζε πάνω απ' το σιωπηλό κόσμο...

"Μία φορά κι έναν καιρό ήταν μια πολιτεία

που απ' όλες εξεχώριζε σ' ολόκληρη τη χώρα,

μια πολιτεία όμορφη μα πάντα λυπημένη,

οι άνθρωποι αγέλαστοι, χαζοί και μουτρωμένοι,

δεν ξέρανε χαμόγελο κι αγάπη τι σημαίνει.

Καθένας τους εκοίταζε μονάχα τη δουλίτσα του,

η καλημέρα ακριβή σα να' τανε χρυσάφι,

ποτέ δεν παίζαν τα παιδιά στους δρόμους, στην πλατεία,

ποτέ δεν έγινε γιορτή, χορός και φασαρία,

της βγήκε και το όνομα: Αγέλαστη Πολιτεία.

Την ξέρω αυτή την πόλη - εκεί γεννήθηκα. Και θυμάμαι ακόμα κάποια Χριστούγεννα που ήρθαν οι Καλικάντζαροι και έφεραν τα πάνω - κάτω.

[...]

...λίγο πριν ξημερώσει... φύσηξε στην κοιλάδα ένας ζεστός άνεμος... Το σύννερφο έλιωσε και έγινε βροχούλα... Σε λίγο ξημέρωσε Χριστούγεννα... Χρόνια πολλά...

[...]

Ξαφνικά, οι αγέλαστοι άνθρωποι έγιναν γελαστοί, αλλά πολύ γελαστοί - και ομιλητικοί, αλλά πολύ ομιλητικοί: "Γεια σας, τι κάνετε; Χρόνια πολλά... ματς, μουτς. "Υπόσχομαι", έλεγε συνεχώς ο δήμαρχος, "μπράβο δήμαρχε" φώναζαν οι παρατρεχάμενοι και σιγά-σιγά, ένας-ένας, οι αγέλαστοι άνρθωποι άρχισαν να χορεύουν! Μάλιστα! Να χορεύουν! Οι καλικάντζαροι το' παν και το' καναν. Τα πάνω ήρθαν κάτω! Κι ενώ συνέβαιναν όλ' αυτά, η πόρτα του χρόνου άνοιξε διάπλατα κι άρχισαν να καταφθάνουν οι επίσημοι πορσκεκλημένοι των καλικάντζαρων: Η Χιονάτη με τους Εφτά Νάνους, ο Μολυβένιος Στρατιώτης με τη μπαλαρίνα του, ο Τομ Σώγιερ, Die Bremerstadt Musikanten, o Ευτυχισμένος Πρίγκηπας, ο γερο-Αίσωπος με την παρέα του, ο Καραγκιόζης με την οικογένεια... "Γεια σου οικογένεια... ω, ω, ω, ω, ώπα...", "υπόσχομαι ότι...". Ο Κάρλος Καστανέντα, ο Τζέρι Γκαρσία, ο Τζίμι Χέντριξ... Οι καλικάντζαροι βαμμένοι με μπογιές σαν Ινδιάνοι κυλιόντουσαν χάμω, έκαναν τούμπες, έκαναν ό,τι τους κατέβαινε και διασκέδαζαν τρελά.. Χαμός στο ίσιωμα!!

Χορεύανε, χορεύανε... μέχρι που νύχτωσε... και μια γλυκειά νύστα βάρυνε τα βλέφαρά τους... Έγειραν όλοι εκεί κι αποκοιμήθηκαν... κι έτρεχε ακόμα το κρασί από τις κάνουλες των βαρελιών. Οι καλικάντζαροι καβάλησαν τις χήνες τους κι έφυγαν. Μαζί τους έφυγαν κι οι γιορτές...

Την άλλη μέρα χιόνισε. Χιόνιζε πάνω απ' το σιωπηλό κόσμο... χιόνιζε στις καρδιές των μοναχικών ανθρώπων.

Το επόμενο πρωί ξύπνησαν οι κάτοικοι της Αγέλαστης Πολιτείας, κατακουρασμένοι και αγέλαστοι όπως πριν. [...] Κύλησε σιγά - σιγά ο καιρός σαν το ροδάνι του μύλου που ποτέ δε σταματάει και το περίεργο όνειρο ξεχάστηκε. Κανείς δεν ξαναμίλησε πια γι' αυτό στην Αγέλαστη Πολιτεία...

[από το παραμύθι των Αφων Κατσιμίχα : η ΑΓΕΛΑΣΤΗ ΠΟΛΙΤΕΙΑ και οι ΚΑΛΙΚΑΝΤΖΑΡΟΙ, Sony Music 1996]

**live well, laugh often, love much**

decided as the GOLDEN wish among the ones given today...

"I have my freedom, but I don't have much time"

"Don't question why she needs to be so free
She'll tell you it's the only way to be
She just can't be chained to a life where nothing's gained
And nothing's lost, at such a cost

'There's no time to lose', I hear her say
Cash your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time lose your dreams and you
Will lose your mind, ain't life unkind?"

[Ruby Tuesday, Rolling Stones]

...my two front teeth

[feeding the all I want for Christmas from Maria's blog]

1. Finding Nemo [where as NEMO are indicated the Never Ending Memories' Obsessions]
2. Mary Poppins [because I want a clear idea about my thesis-essay to finally POP uP INSide my mind]
3. Visiting Future Athens, Monument to Now and Intercultures, 3 art exhibitions that I want to see since September [!] + Planitarium
4. Attending two plays: School of women (Molieros) and Antigoni (Jean Anouil)
5. Reading Gender Trouble of Judith Butler [and then writing an essay on that]
6. Meeting old good friends that getting back in Athens from their diverse-living towns
7. MONEY (I never underestimated that :P ) [More Or Nothing Essential Yet] for: WebCamera, shoes, Stella McCartney perfume, presents for my best friend and parents, donation to Unicef and Medecins Sans Frontiers, (book from amazon) the abarrent architecture of diller+scofidio, 3 issues of Futura magazine of thought.

Santa, I would be satisfied with the 2/3 of them.

Oh and how about my two front teeth? Can they ever get white again after that accident?

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Ok, this is getting scary. Am I writing now a letter to Santa???!!?? I never did so before, even when I was a little child. Now it seems I'm ready to end like "yours faithfully, ..." :P

This is getting scary.

Behave!

Christmas: between 2 Fs [Family or Friends?]

Firstly it was a greek article with the title adolescents: Christmas with family or with friends? . Remembered those aweful years of oily spots and general nervosity, all drown under the surface of this oppressive mess of compulsory smiles. 16 years old and wanted to celebrate New Year's Eve by sleeping alone at home, in front of the fireplace - if it was not for sharing the moments with friends. All about [so-called] "revolution" against this fancy restaurant where one had to dress oneself up as a doll and get dragged along to by one's parents.

Then came a conversation in MSN's inter-space [cyberspace, virtual space or what? but this deserves a post for itself...] about two hours ago; just to get informed that in Portugal discos are closed at Christmas night [!!] - emphasizing (this way?) the family-gathering character of that Holy[holi]Day.

Several reflections:

• Tradition can be fruitful cause for recollecting one's roots (and re-orientate one's routes) but needs once to get subversed in order to regain its value and get appreciated.
• Tradition is good, freedom is better. And I'm speaking of freedom of choice.

How are YOU gonna "celebrate" this year Christmas?

Personally, I' m going for that ... fruitful combinating balance ;-)

Μετεξεταστέο (?) το ανήψι του θείου Σαμ

[του Κ. Μητρόπουλου, από την εφημερίδα TO BHMA της Κυριακής, 19/12/2004]

Edge of the week

Torn up to the edges.
This is my country, my place - my destiny?

Think about its people
either they dance all enthousiastic to the end of times [EURO2004/olympic games 2004] or they grumble to death [everyday demonstrations...]

Think - even - about the weather now:
either it doesn't rain for months or it starts and forgets how to stop.
It rains since Friday evening.

Purification.

ShORT STORy (1) STay ORiginal

"It is the evening of the day

I sit and watch the children play

doing things I used to do

they think are new

As tears go by..."

[song "As tears go by", Marianne Faithfull]

Whatever he does, he is being told: "been there, done that". He has a new idea, he fills like that cartoon with the yellow lamp in a nice cloud just above his head, he is all enthousiastic about that, he tries to find the nice words to bring the idea out to life - every idea is like a new-born child -, he manages pretty well he thinks... then - all suddenly - the answer comes back the same way: "this is already been thought / done /discovered; it's nothing new". Somebody has already been there, done that.

So what? After all no one is gonna think / do the same in HIS WAY.

Cheating

I'm afraid I'm going to surrender without resistance - anymore - to Santa Claus, Saint Nicolas, Saint Vassilios [this is the greek version], the one-with-the-belly, the one-very-thin-with-a-long-beard, the one-with-a-papa-hidden-behind.... whoever! It is only that all my system of controversal or progressive or dreamful or just stupid stubborn ideas just leans on my fabulous new laptop!

Have I mentioned how much I (suddenly) love Christmas spirit?

Oh, and my parents of course (let alone their pocket)!

Dreamprinter has a lapdream, dreamprinter has a dreamtop,

lapprinter feels in the dreamtop

jingle bellllllllllsssssssssssssssssss

Ψυχαναλυτικό αλφάβητο ;-) Συνειρμοί (GR)

Αεροπλάνο........................ Αγάπη
Βέλος ..............................Βελάζει
Γραφή............................. Γευστικά
Δένδρο............................ Δένδρο
Ειρήνη............................. Ελπιδοφόρο
Ζωή................................ Ζηλεύει
Ησυχία............................. Ηλιαχτίδα
Θέληση............................ Θα με προσέχεις;
Ικαρος.............................. Ιστιοφόρο
Κύμα............................... Καλπάζει
Λιόγερμα.......................... Λιοπύρι
Μορφή............................ Μουρμουρίζω
Νανούρισμα....................... Νανούρισμα
Ξώβεργες......................... Ξοδεύομαι
Ολόγραμμα....................... Ολόγραμμα
Πέτρα.............................. Περιστρέφουν
Ροή................................ Ρέω
Συγχώρεση....................... Συγγνώμη
Ταυτότητα........................ Ταυτίζομαι
Υφή............................... Υφίσταμαι
Φόβος............................ Φαντασία
Ψάρι.............................. Ψυχή μου
Χορός.............................Χάνεσαι
Ωρα............................... Ωραία

Παιχνιδάκι που πρωτόπαιξα με ένα Κορίτσι από τα παιδικά μου χρόνια, πρώτη φορά στο αλσάκι του Α' Νεκροταφείου (!): έλεγες το γράμμα τότε και η κάθε μια σημείωνε σε ένα χαρτάκι το πρώτο ουσιαστικό που της ερχόταν στο μυαλό. Το πόσο μαζί μεγαλώσαμε / ζυμωθήκαμε/ ξεβάψαμε, το είδαμε όταν 3 στις 24 λέξεις ήταν κοινές... Εδώ έχουμε το αυθεντικό γλωσσοπαίχνιδο αλλά και μια παραλλαγή συνειρμικής [διαδραστικής] ιστορίας.

Ελάτε να παίξουμε.

Ιδέα που γεννήθηκε από το πες μου μια λέξη... του Taflinel ;-)

TRICky TurKEY

Wandering all around the blogosphere I "fell" on a post of Media Crapola and I was ready to write a long comment when I found out it was about a whole "serious" article of FoxNews and not about a personal political opinion of an american blogger. So I' m transforming my protest in a proper post - as the subject deserves.
All about this with the very temptatious / promising title "Europe failed multiculturalism".

"Maybe a clearer image of how Europe really views Muslims will become apparent later this month, when on Dec. 17, the European Union decides if Turkey — a country with close to 70 million people, 99 percent of them Muslims — will be admitted into the EU." (from the article, written by Claude Salhani)

So is it the case that Europe is judged whether to have obtained or failed multiculturalism from the decision of Turkey's admission into the EU??! This is what I call "argumental tric" - or alternatively an all-superficial approach... We have other meters to judge liberality of EU in matters of multiculturalism; let the Turkey-matter alone. In such a way, if Chinese where come in millions as immigrants in Germany - and Central Europe generally - would it be a proof of multicultural flexibility if we admit China into EU?

I'm not trying to close my eyes with this statement to the problem of the immigrants' intergration in Europe. And also I'm not ignoring the vast political, economical and social pressure that the turkish population practices - voluntarily or unvoluntarily - upon the EU states under the umbrella of immigration. But the issue of the admission of Turkey in EU goes much further and an observative eye could easily reveal matters of international agreements and laws that suck.

An easy, improvised example of paradox: In order to get admitted into EU, Turkey has to be voted by 100% of the EU members. Even if all others get persuaded to do that, Cyprus (easy to understand the reasons) won't. Cyprus is therefore pressured these days to vote FOR Turkey, but from the other side Turkey doesn't recognize [the existense of] the State of Cyprus: so we ask for the vote of the... unexisted!! We ask from the illegitimate child, the bastard, to recognize the father as a member of its family when,at the same time, the father doesn't even admit that it exists! So the admission is stuck due to one and only member: the no-one._

..but my mom obeyed...

You go to Universal Ladies Gym and ask some information about the courses, the payment, the program and so on. You decide to get suscribed for one year. 540 Euros. You are given a form to fill in. Assume you are married. You begin to fill in the name-adress-telephone-father's name-mother's name-husband's name gaps. You tick the box that shows you are going to pay on cash. You are not asked if you work or not, but you are asked if you owe the place that you live and if you have a car. Then comes the following gap: "husband's job"!!!

They don't care if I work and where and they care for my husband's job?

I'm not my mister's lady.

Step off the gym.

End of the day.

GR world's SOCcer :-)

I write it down here because maybe I won't have the chance to write a post like that again:
English champions Arsenal ran Greece very close for the Team of the Year award, but the Greeks, 100-1 outsiders at the beginning of Euro 2004, were the marginal winners after their amazing success in Portugal.
I'm fill up with air like a proud chicken, I know it's stupid, but it's the joy of the child which got a gift that wouldn't even have dreamed of... I'm remembering again that hot July, people in the streets, tears of joy in the eyes, the blue and the white, the slogans, the beepings, Omonoia square, the fireworks. Middle of exam-period and we were out every night after ever game, after after victory; the other morning we were all with dark circles, almost sleeping upon our papers, 38C and steaming classrooms. But those nights...

Ok, now in order to flatter a bit our portuguese readers [lol] I have in dieser Stelle ;-) to report that Jose Mourinho (FC Porto/Chelsea) was awarded as the Manager of the year leaving in 2nd place the coach of greek team, Otto Rehhagel... So fair sharing of awards - no hard feelings, ok?

After all, who could have ever imagined that I would begin to watch football and get informed reading World Soccer, if it was not EURO2004?

And who could have ever imagined so many Greeks on the streets yielding for the SAME attitude like one soul [after our delibaration from Germans in 1944!]?

Everything needs a cause.

IntiMISSimi BACK UP ;-)

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces

.............................Athens, worn out city center, Friday' s morning of winter.

Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where

Demonstrations and strikes on the city that never sleeps. People spinning around
with nervosity, getting absorbed from the metro tube - nest of ants, noise of bees
velocity of snails, squeeze of fruits of juice.

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression

......And old man asks about the way to "Megaron Mousikis" (Palace of Music), slow
....slow down your walkman's volume, he expects your answer. Look at the wagon's
....glass (in the metro) your eyes' reflection - no expression.

Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow

.......From the drowning depth "another Athens shall arise...", vivid, watch out the
.......sparkling light, no tomorrow - "consumption before the date 00/00/00"

And I find I kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

Look at the greek girl; she is walking with the smiling among this spinning snails
look, she cannot feel sad for she is dreaming her new life in another unknown
place, she feels a butterfly and it's nice, it's funny because she loves this town

I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world

......."even if that doesn't ring true, you've been all over and it's been all over you"
......."the reason that you have to care, the traffic is stuck and you're not moving
anywhere"
......."six lanes of traffic, three lanes moving slow"

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
....................HO-HO-HO's red belly is twisting in front of the shop. Laiche-vitrine.
.................Flaner dans les rues. Den Wind geniessen. Kids screaming in Jumbo.

And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen

.............................."It is the evening of the day, I sit and watch the children play
..........................doing things I used to do..." After having lunch in warm place
..........................significant discussions of trivial things - between friends. Listen.

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me

...........................And then friends fill up your life, you're anxious for tomorrow
.......................for tomorrow. But now they know you, now they know you
.......................- you cannot hide here, cannot hide here.

Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me

........................... Teachers are not paid here, they strike here, they strike here.
........................How beautiful the small neighbourhoods of our memories
........................of tomorrow, of tomorrow.

And I find I kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

............................Trolley No2 stops waiting for the green light in Amalias street,
........................ see the mountain in the background, the garden of Zappeion
......................one level in front the ancient columns of temple Zeus and here,
.......................just in front of you the lanes of traffic - and the upper electric
.......................lanes of trolley's wires.

I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world

..............................................In this river of light my memory lane is filling up.

Enlarging your world
Mad world

You appreciate the places you live and love only when you're going
to leave them. I feed my memory stick.
Feedback. Backpack - I back up.

Gary Jules, "Mad world"

life: print of dreams or dream of prints?

"When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions: Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn't life under the sun just a dream? Isn't what I see, hear, and smell only the illusion of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who I am, didn't exist before I cam to be and that someday the one who I am will no longer be the one I am?" 'Wings of Desire' Movie review by Anthony Leong

Now that the child pretends not to be a child anymore, it is gone not even a step further:

what if the dreams we see is the 'real' life and this life just a part of our dreams?

Food for thought._

[Thanks to Sofia and her academia nervosa ; time for a research of the movie in the video-club]

ΑΝΤΙδοτονΑΝΤΙδωρον

"δεν αντέχω άλλο έλα
έλα πάρε με αγκαλιά
να ΠΕΘΑΝΟΥΜΕ ΣΤΑ ΓΕΛΙΑ
να'ναι πάλι όπως παλιά..."

TEMPle's TEMPorary TEMPtation {the virtual}

Virtual rendering of Parthenon in modern times

Paul Debevec (USC Institute of Creative Technologies) and his team made up a film of 2min and 30sec which for first time ever tries to visualise in all three dimensions the Parthenon and its sculptures as it was at the time of Gold Era of Perikleus. Using modern light 3D scanners, Debevec scanned plaster casts in the museum Skulpturhalle Basel in Switzerland and texture-mapped with digital photographs from the originals in the British Museum, where they were transported from Athens by Lord Elgin in the early 1800's.
The result, as Debevec himself also declared, does not assert to be the absolute depiction of temple as it was built in 432 B.C., but surely it is an appreciable approach. A exceptional tool of study for the experts, but also means of travelling (for everyone) in the past...

BUT even if one can get excited with the digital restauration of the temple, this is not enough: we still demand the "real restauration" that can only get realised with the return of the Parthenon marbles from London to their hometown, Athens.

[See greek article ]

Effort Appreciated

"Love is blind

friendship tries not to see"

Alternative Globalisation

• Walking on Akadimias str. (downtown Athens) one can see posters - or find smaller leaflets in the bookshops of the city-center - that concern an exhibition of Rembrandt's carvings in Benaki Museum. It is amazing but even the general setting and the colors of the poster were the same with the one's that I saw in Dresden in the beginning of September!! It seems that this same exhibition from Rembrandthuis Museum of Amsterdam is watching me ... [and still I haven't visited it!] following my steps!
• Sitting in the PC-Lab of Arch-Faculty in NTUA this very hour, I hear not even one word in greek, although with a quick glance around I can count about 15 students. ERASMUS => the magic word. Then I get out for lunch and a young girl from Korea stops me at the entrance to let me know that she came from her country here within the terms of an international program which teaches the Bible [why am i not interested, she asks!!]!!

I stand here with my all traditional greek coffee [again :P] recovering from that overdose of globalisation...

"one more cup of coffee before I go..."

Too much coffee lately.
Just to say "good morning" - spontaneity of the word: missed. I don't hear it often anymore.
So have a nice [non-December,humide and warm] day.
:-)

Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome...

...you get it easily and forever! Precaution!

While every fourth woman in Southern Africa is infected by AIDS and in the whole world 4.9 million people (from whom 0.6 are children!) are HIV positiv, we are still keeping a 'taboo'-attitude towards the virus...

As far as the ways of "getting" the AIDS are concerned, the main road remains the sexual contact. The proportion of homosexuals in the new cases tends in getting stabilised from 1999 and afterwards, while at the same time the percentage of heterosexuals increases. Therefore there are still many unclarified cases that complicate the interpretation of results.

So if there is no coherent discussion about homo-, by- or heterosexuality [perhaps the biggest taboo of human societies], practically I can see no clue about why AIDS remains the cursed taboo disease of our era!

But in any way excuse my slight 'relief' today when I found out that (according to the statistical elements of Control Center of Special Infections of Ministry of Health) the 65 cases (53 men and 12 women) of the HIV-positivs that developed ages last year is the lowest number that has been recorded in our country from 1987: optimistic is the conclusion that from 2001 and later the number of the declared new infected-ones by HIV ceased its increase and remains constant.
From the new cases 2003, the 35,5% concern homosexual men, the 26,5% heterosexual men and women and the 35,5% have been declared as unclarified. See greek article and the fact sheets (Greece) from unaids-org.

{Find here the UNaids of other countries}