But I was so determined to get to that interview that I would even crawl there. It was a bad week for the UK, with loads of snow disrupting flights and trains. I booked my flights and left without second thought. A month later, I got my first (and last) interview. I started applying for jobs in the UK, mainly because I couldn’t speak any other language, apart from some everyday Italian. No offence to anyone unemployed I’m only talking about my personal feelings here. I was feeling like a volcano about to erupt. I was 26 years old, I had just completed my military service, I was living again with my parents and I had spent my whole summer working as a waiter at our family-run restaurant, which we had to close down a year later, unable to cope with the economic crisis and the consequences of all-inclusive tourism.Ĩ years after spreading my wings away from home, I was back to square one. I decided to leave Greece when I started feeling sorry for myself. The following story is an account of these years, but, at the same time, a confession of things that only few people know about me.
Today it’s been 3 years I’ve been living in the UK an immigrant, just like my grandparents back in the 50s. We would like to thank him for translating and sharing his story with the New Diaspora community.
His “open letter” about his life abroad has gone viral in Greek social media.
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