After reading a prompt and heartfelt comment to the last blog post, I had to write one final post. The comment was penned by Christos, an Athens business owner and pal to several Berklee students. My not mentioning Christos in one of the prior posts is a massive oversight because he was one of the locals that really made the Boston-based crowd feel like they had carved out a home away from home.
Christos waits for his opponent to make her move (Sabrina is in the darkness).
Christos owns Rezin, an inviting little haunt about a five-minutes walk south of the Nakas school, in the hip student-dominated neighborhood of Exarchia. Heavily tattooed 20-somethings and others huddle around tables sipping cocktails or Christos’s extraordinary hot chocolate. You notice two things shortly after entering the joint: the thumping (and for me, familiar) sound of all the great rock bands, from the Stones to the Jam to Rage Against the Machine; and the massive posters—rare photos of rock stars like Hendrix, Lennon, and others—lining the walls. An immediately comfortable environment for, I would guess, a large majority of Berklee students.
