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I was intent on finishing little women as fast as I could. So inspiring, so well written I found it, "at last", I cried, a beautiful story of a beautiful family, that doesn't have everybody desperate, dead, murdered and struck endlessly by hard fate. And then the proposal scene came and I sensed that the long expected marriage might not come to be. I put the book down and immediately googled "Jo and Laurie wedding". It was a spoiler alright, but I just had to know, I had to make sure that it was just a misunderstanding, a peppery introduction into a magnificent happy end. Alas! I was wrong! Jo truly, irrevocably turned Laurie down. Do you want to know how I feel about it? For starters, I am not going to finish this darn book, as a protest. I refuse to read what comes next, for if I don't, it never happened. The characters are a product of fiction and they can have a different ending in my head if I don't keep reading the detested pages that follow. Ne...

Greek families don't know how to love... Hello, hello, dear readers! It's been quite some time since I last felt like sharing. So here's what I want to write about today: being myself. As you know, I am Greek. Greek families are known for being strong, supportive, loving etc, but do you know what the truth is? Greek families are suffocating. It is not really love, what they offer their members, it is authoriatarianism, a form of dictatorship, whereby their strongest members (usually the older male ones) set rules that cannot be broken - not without consequences. Let me further explain. Say, my parents, love me very very much. They are here for me, whatever I need. Do I have a problem at work? I call them up, they advise me and give me comfort, so that I feel loved and that I have a sanctuary, should I, let's say, get fired or something. If I get into a fight with somebody, if another driver honks and swears at me, I can ring them up, they will say I am right ...