European elections are coming, and day by day the political thermometer is getting closer to the red. The first stabbings between the candidates have already begun. Below the belt for men, above the belt for women and on unspecified parts of the body for the other sexes. Where it hurts everyone the most!
You see a lot of money in the European Parliament, guaranteed luxury and generally a job without risks and hooks as long as you say "YES" to local and foreign bosses! Only dignity is sometimes hurt, when you are called to take a position contrary to your beliefs, but, what have we had, what have we lost! Of course, when you accept this challenge and enter the battle for the anointing of Eurofather or Euromother, you must know the rules and take into account both the pros and cons of this case!
This, the last one, ie the need to make compromises, was not taken seriously by Lefteris Lefterakis, when he unexpectedly found himself a candidate in one of the previous European election procedures.
We will deal with exactly this case of Lefterakis today. A story that could be true, could possibly be called imaginary, but in no case could it happen somewhere else, that is, outside of our own Greek territory! Or maybe not;
"Go Lefteraki" his friends told him, "If you don't go to the European Parliament, you are a moral element, you are an excellent family man, you speak so many languages, you have worked in so many scientific programs and you have so much experience from your business trips in almost all the countries of the Old Continent, who the hell will go then'?
Tell - tell Lefteris was persuaded, on the one hand by his wife and friends and on the other by the party that Lefterakis had so consistently supported and supported in the past, leaning on his sinful fund, which was permanently bankrupted by the successive wastes, mismanagement and favors to the oligarchs.
"I will start my election campaign from my village," Lefterakis declared with aplomb, arrogance and pride, "From the place that gave birth to me and whose people understand me better than anyone else, because we speak the same language and are interested in ' all for the common good. For the good of the country"!
So he planned his speech in the village on a Sunday morning, after the end of the Divine Liturgy and the fifteen commemorations that usually followed it in the last decades!
"Dear European citizens"... addressed Lefterakis, perched on a terrace, addressing his fellow villagers who at that time were enjoying Greek coffee, beer with the traditional mezedaki and tsipouraki with steamed the microwave sausage!
"If you honor me with your vote"….
"We also have a submarine for the child"... came the voice of the coffee shop next door.
"...Don't listen to what others tell you, only from me you will hear the truth because I am a moral person and I cannot do dishonors"...
"Nicely speaking the cuckold"… remarked a middle-aged man from the back tables.
"...In order for the EU to finance the village's exit from isolation, we must first increase our economic activity, tourism or production"...
"He has beautiful eyes like Papakaliatis"... agreed two young ladies from the side.
"...The funding of our irrigation network is not approved by the NSRF, if we do not first build the water reservoir at Pera Rahoula"... Lefterakis continued undeterred.
"You're going to spoil my bees with this guy's ideas"...muttered another one further away.
Poor Lefterakis said a lot more. Serious things that if even half of them were implemented the face of the village would change, everyone would benefit and most importantly the youth would come back, who were now hanging out in coffee shops and wasting their lives changing tracks in video games!
And where he was waiting for the applause and the reward, Lefteris Lefterakis, the mustachioed Karabambalis, an old caravan of politics, got up from his chair and asked him in a fluent local dialect:
«And what can you do for me? Mr. Lefteri, I have a daughter who is sitting at home, why doesn't Slavenitch take her to the hospital?
Lefterakis lost it, he was speechless! For so long, his tongue had grown tired of telling them how the village would come out of isolation, how their property would gain value, how the young men and women would return, and here he was thinking about how he would get his daughter to work in the supermarket !
"We have a submarine for both children and adults"... the voice of the coffee shop was heard again.
"Come and sit at the table, let's treat you to a tsipro and see what you can do for us" invited Karambabalis and pulled a seat to the side!
The others also gathered around the table of Karababalis, now that they were about to hear something really interesting...
The next day, Lefteris Lefterakis, having digested well that he did not have the necessary qualifications for this job, withdrew his candidacy and went to the first supermarket that came in front of him. He bought a box of vanilla and went home to build a submarine and reminisce about his carefree, happy childhood!
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