Mistress Troika Zorba the Greek and a Cocktail Molotov

The plotless narrative of a pilotless wandering. An unholy Trinity, Zorba, the Wanderer and the Narrator, drifting in downtown Athens in Times of Troika. Decay, wrath, darkness, clashes, riots, molotovs, rendezvous and political debates in Locomotiva, a caf situated in Exarcheia Square, the flaming heart of Athens. Dreams, realism, surrealism, intense voluptuousness, Eros, Thanatos and criminal femmes fatales, causing thousands fatalities. We the living in Times of Troika. Is there any hope in the Wasteland? Is the wandering pilotless indeed or there is a driving force behind it?