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> The word malakas derives from the ancient Greek word "malthakos" , which means "spoilt, well-used to luxuries of life" . > In modern Greek, the word malakas is used metaphorically in everyday speech to define the individual that uses no common sense, who instead repeats the same mistakes many times over, while maintaining an attitude of self-righteousness. > Malakas can also be used in a variety of ways, in modern Greek, according to the circumstance and the way the word is stressed: > In a phrase such as "Poor malakas" , it is used affectionately. > In a vulgar form it literally means "wanker" . > Surprisingly though, its main everyday use is as a vocative form of displaying one's befriending: "Yassou re malaka!" (in the same way that Australians use the word "bastard" and the British use the word "mate" ). .

> Anti-American sentiment lurketh around... well, not every corner, but some. Cool!

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> Stray fuckin' dogs everywhere. You might go so far as to say there is mad stray dogs over there, for those of you familiar with... how you say... American slang? .
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> Stray cats too, of course. This first cat looks to have been woken, the second narrowly escaped the hungry eyes of a Chinese couple who sat on the edge next to him, the third was just trashpicking on a holy site's museum construction work (nothing more, nothing less), and the fourth fell in love with my sweater. They all just want some love, really. Same goes for the dogs above. .
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> Sometimes there's even a reason to laugh like a stupid loser or a small child. But an English laugh, not a Greek one. .
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> Some ruins and shit. The term "ruined out" passed through our lips a few times near the end of the week. But still, this shit was built a few hundred B.C., so give it respect even if you can't fathom it. It's like, Appolo and shit. Alexander the Great. Dudes you heard of, but don't really know what they did. Well I can tell ya. They built shit! Or, even better, they got people to do it for them. This is some tough shit, follow along... .
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> Holy shit. Nature. Life runs deep, or so I hear. .
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In the ingenius words of File 13 Records... fucking right on.