Almost one year ago now I stood in Syntagma Square on a sunny afternoon watching the ceremonial march of the guards in front of the Tomb of the Unknown. The scene was calm and beautiful. It's so difficult to see the square now as the crowd battles the police with the guard shacks in flames.
I can feel in the words of your song what it must feel like for a Greek to see this, George. I hope with all my heart that some solution can be reached soon.