{"id":126,"date":"2025-06-22T22:30:02","date_gmt":"2025-06-22T19:30:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/commons.princeton.edu\/jrn350-su25\/?p=126"},"modified":"2025-07-26T12:58:40","modified_gmt":"2025-07-26T09:58:40","slug":"listening-to-exarcheia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/commons.princeton.edu\/jrn350-su25\/2025\/06\/22\/listening-to-exarcheia\/","title":{"rendered":"Listening to Exarcheia"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Valerio Castellini<\/em><\/p>\n

\"\"EX!T. Revolution from Within. Photographed by Julia Tulke. 2018, Exarcheia, Athens, Greece.<\/em><\/p>\n

In the heat of midday, I am a loner ambling in the streets of Athens. A stray cat crosses the street from time to time, and a gust of wind while I\u2019m turning a corner takes me back to reality from my pensive state. But as I look around to fathom where my aimless rumbling has brought me, I start noticing how every wall is covered in something\u2014layers of graffiti, torn posters, political slogans half scratched out and rewritten. I must have arrived in Exarcheia.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

This neighborhood, long known as the beating heart of Greece\u2019s radical left, feels both alive and hemmed in by the rest of Athens. To understand its present, I spoke with two people shaped by it in very different ways.<\/span><\/p>\n

One was Jos\u00e9 Ernesto, a 35-year-old Cuban artist on sabbatical. I found him sitting at a caf\u00e9 table, sipping a beer. Every few minutes he paused to greet someone walking by. \u201cExarcheia is a town inside the city,\u201d he told me. \u201cPeople don\u2019t like tourists. Everybody knows each other. It\u2019s a tight community.\u201d But it\u2019s not, he said, the political stronghold it once was. \u201cAntifa has become a fashion,\u201d he added. As someone who grew up in a Communist country, he finds local leftist ideals too romanticized: \u201cWith communism, you are going to live worse.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He worries that the new metro station under construction will turn Exarcheia into another Plaka\u2014the clean, curated, and stripped of edge area at the foot of the Acropolis that has long lost its authenticity to serve the superficial needs of the herds of tourists flowing in daily. He sees graffiti as a vital language here, but one that doesn\u2019t speak to outsiders. \u201cIt resonates inside the community,\u201d he said, \u201cbut doesn\u2019t really reach externals in a significant way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

And beyond Exarcheia, his concern grows deeper: \u201cPower corrupts people,\u201d he said. \u201cThe government is detached. It doesn\u2019t work to actually change things.\u201d Prime Minister Mitsotakis and his centre-right government have not regained trust after the scandals that have hit them, particularly the 2022 \u2018Predatorgate\u2019 and the 2023 Tempi train crash.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

To Jos\u00e9, people are leaving because staying and fighting feels futile.<\/span><\/p>\n

That same disillusionment surfaced again when I met EX!T, a street artist who prefers to only be known through his stage name. We met in a quiet caf\u00e9, where he stirred his <\/span>freddo espresso<\/span><\/i> slowly before speaking. He started tagging at the age of 13, however the EX!T project only started later, in 2013. Just as the refugee crisis was about to begin, eventually peaking in 2015 with the arrival to Greece of over 800,000 migrants and refugees. A deep burden on an already-strained Greece, that faced many difficulties in managing such influx.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The name EX!T itself reflects a tension between flight and belonging. \u201cI feel like a migrant,\u201d he said. \u201cI never felt I belonged anywhere. My art is about that feeling.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

For him, graffiti isn\u2019t protest in the traditional sense. It\u2019s more personal. \u201cSometimes, I don\u2019t even know what the message is until months later. It\u2019s my therapy.\u201d He described a moment that stayed with him: while painting some wood on fire on a side street, a migrant man stopped to watch. They exchanged no words\u2014only gestures. The man pointed to his chest, miming a stabbing motion, his eyes full of tears. The image went beyond language. \u201cThat moment hit me deeply,\u201d EX!T said. \u201cNo words were needed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Like Jos\u00e9, he fears Exarcheia will lose what makes it matter. \u201cRight now, there\u2019s a balance here,\u201d he said. \u201cBut if it becomes mainstream, that will break.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

EX!T also shared a broader frustration with Greece\u2019s political direction: while society may be more open and empathetic than before, \u201cthe government feels like the best we could possibly have\u2014because there is no alternative,\u201d he told me. Elections come and go, but little seems to change. Corruption scandals make headlines, but accountability rarely follows. People are tired, but not angry in the streets, just worn down. That gap, he said, is where apathy grows.<\/span><\/p>\n

As I walked back toward the noise of central Athens, the slogans faded from the walls. But their message stayed with me. Greece is full of voices. The real question is whether anyone is still willing to hear them.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

By Valerio Castellini EX!T. Revolution from Within. Photographed by Julia Tulke. 2018, Exarcheia, Athens, Greece. In the heat of midday, I am a loner ambling in the streets of Athens. A stray cat crosses the street from time to time, and a gust of wind while I\u2019m turning a corner takes me back to reality … <\/p>\n

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