“You are the shooter and hounds are dancing around you”

Giorgos Ioannou: the writer, the poet, the translator. A person who was fragile in love matters and hidden behind the words. From Thessaloniki of 1943 till Omonoia of 80’s, Ioannou was a confined flaneur. His scripts are the imprints of his life, while being himself one of the greatest representatives of modern urban life. His heros are autobiographical phantoms that are haunting his work by reflecting the Greek guilt.  Greece is vanishing. Greece is devastated and bankrupted.  Greece is seeking her identity at the muddy bunkers, where solitude is unnegotiable and definitive.

“Those who were stabbed are waiting for justice. Those who were robbed and ripped are waiting for justice, but justice is always late. Those who were robbed, ripped and exposed are waiting for the storm of tears. The blood must be washed down, but titter bursts out. Those who were robbed, ripped, exposed and betrayed are waiting for us not to forget them. They do not want us laughing with the common enemy. Those who were stabbed are waiting for justice helplessly.”