The streets are clearer now, in the sense that the main body of destruction has moved away. There’s no attempt to restore order. I walk down my street in the smoke of burning premier-marque vehicles and listen to the sound of the world breaking. My building isn’t on fire, although it has been. Of course the fire service has been here, and they were not having issues with water. More waste, more thirst in the making. The riot has flushed the gutters of Athens with the very thing it was demanding. Wouldn’t it just have been easier if the fire services had hosed that water straight into bottles and handed them out? But perhaps Perrier and Evian managed to block that at a national level. Maybe that’s what we’re talking about, maybe my colleagues at the bank have found a last hurrah to make their own small (very small) retirement funds. Because sure as shit they are not going to work for me when I own the bank. Most of them shouldn’t have jobs now, they’re so bad at what they do, but very few people understand what they do so quality control is poor.