I was in the Greek embassy today: the embassy is open the consulate is closed. And they are the last embassy giving humanitarian visas with very strict rules. They were nice, tender. It was our people who made me cry. An old lady was repeating, I have to take a cab and go and check if I switched off the lights, I may provoke a fire (rules under bombs). But the alarm is not on I said. Never mind she said, it may provoke a fire. Young, old, middle aged women of different social backgrounds were smiling all the time to the Greek staff, in order to get a visa, they were pleading, arguing, crying... My God, I don't need that kind of life. I don't need a visa, I asked for my passport back without a visa: they couldn't find it. So there it is, for trying to be privileged I became person without identity: I feel free. They will find my passport on Monday, they said, but I won't go anywhere, not splitting with family, friends, not as privileged but humiliated, even if only for two days. If we have to go, we will leave all together, as Albanians did. Dignity and love is the only thing we have yet to loose.