After a week of flying from Athens to Athens to visit family in the United States, I started to feel tired and out of breath.
My body felt a little numb.
The airport was packed, and the wait time was excruciating.
When I finally got off the plane, the attendants asked me to sign a waiver and leave my bag.
Then they handed me my ticket.
The waiver said I could pick up my luggage and the bag at a hotel in Athens.
I took it and set off.
The hotel, where I was staying, had two floors, and when I arrived, the hotel manager told me there was no way I was going to stay in the hotel.
After the hotel staff was nice and helped me pick out my room, I had a seat in the room and was immediately seated.
The room was clean, the walls were clean, and there was a sink.
The only thing missing was a toilet.
There were four beds in the dorm.
I had my laptop, my phone, and a book of Greek literature, but the books were gone.
My room wasn’t even clean.
It had a dirty carpet, a broken mattress, and no towels.
I felt so miserable.
I asked if I could get a room closer to my hotel, but they told me no.
So, I went home and stayed at home, just as I usually do.
My mother-in-law had an apartment with a guest room in Athens, but I could only stay there for a few days.
My father-in and two younger siblings were staying at a nearby hostel.
They were in the process of moving to Athens from the United Kingdom.
My brothers and I were also living at home in Athens when I was sick.
The reason we were there was because of a friend of mine, who had just returned from visiting family in London.
He and his wife, a nurse, had to stay with us while I was hospitalized in London, and she didn’t want them to have to leave Athens.
He also told me that I could stay at the hostel, but that we could not bring our family with us.
I was worried about them, but now that I’m home, I don’t feel so scared.
I’m not worried anymore.
After I was transferred to a hospital in Athens in December, I was given a hotel room in a nearby town.
I stayed there for three months before my health was diagnosed.
When my health improved and I was released from the hospital, I stayed with my aunt and uncle in the same house in Athens that I was at the time of my illness.
I got on the plane and was on the way to the airport.
I sat down at the gate, took my luggage, and went out of the airport to the parking lot.
I saw a young woman sitting on a curb, but she didn.
She was on her way to a friend’s house.
When she reached her friend’s home, she took her luggage to the front of the house.
The friend had no idea who she was.
She asked, “Are you the one who left your bag at the airport?”
She was surprised to see that I had left my bag in the car, and I explained to her that I hadn’t taken it with me.
The person in the house thought I was joking and thought it was just me getting a headache.
I tried to explain to her why I had taken my bag, but it didn’t seem to be helping.
After she left the house, she called her friends and family and told them what had happened.
I went to the local police station and filed a complaint.
The next day, a detective from the Athens police arrived and asked me why I hadn: told her the truth.
I didn’t tell her anything else, so she asked me if I was scared.
My answer was, “No, I’m fine.”
The detective asked me what my plan was.
I said, “I have a friend who is going to leave Greece.”
I asked her to call me in the morning.
When we arrived at the station, I told her that my friend had been on her flight to the United Kingdome in New York City.
I told them that my brother had just left the United House, and my uncle was also on the same flight.
I explained that I wasn’t sure how long he would stay in Greece and had no plans to visit, but my uncle told me to call my brother, and we would talk.
I did, and then the detective asked, ‘What are you going to do about this friend?’
I told him I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to go home to my family, and that I didn.
The detective told me I would be able visit my family in Athens soon, but not at that time.
When the detective went to speak to the police, she got a phone call from my mother