At about 10pm on Monday evening, I was walking along Panepistimiou Boulevard, about three blocks from Syntagma Square.
It was a lovely Athenian night, and for a while I was enjoying my stroll. However, without being aware why, I began to glance anxiously to my left and to my right. As we were wont to do in the 1980s and early 90s in Manhattan.
At that moment I realized that this central avenue of Athens, so close to the heart of the city, was empty.
At that time there were no pedestrians. No one. And no cars or buses.
Nothing. It was empty. I began to walk...
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