Tragedy Is Alive

By Christos Tsagkaris

Last week refugees from the ruined city of Troy demonstrated outside the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Yesterday our brilliant politician Agamemnon asked for our votes. Kreon, the public speaker, was an enemy of the people and the state—at least that’s what newspapers and reporters used to say. In the meantime, Philoktitis suffered from fever in a hospital that lacked elementary medical equipment.

I used to find it really hard to believe these awkward things.

However, I saw Oedipus in the street this morning. He was blind and weak, and he asked me: “Where are my eyes? Where is your light?”