Joanna Kalafatis
A young woman with long, curly brown hair is sitting at an outdoor cafe table overlooking a scenic bay with boats moored in the water. The table has white wicker chairs, and she is leaning forward with her elbows on the table. She is wearing a navy blue crop top and a patterned skirt with shades of pink, orange, and white. The sky is hazy with a reddish-orange tint from smoke or pollution, and the sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the scene. The bay is surrounded by hills or mountains in the distance.

Yesterday I wrapped shooting on my most recent project. After three months of producing and two months of acting and writing (and still producing) I was ready for a little break. •• Today would be my first carefree day of vacation and I was going to post something lighthearted about time off. And yet I can’t fully get away. I alternate between enjoying my vacation and being concerned. Because even out here, on the island, hours away from Athens, the smoke from the devastating fires in Athens and Evoia has blocked out the sky, tinted orange since early this afternoon. I keep seeing calls for help and images of destruction and my heart breaks. I left Athens in a haze of smoke this morning, burning into my lungs. I think of everyone suffering and frightened right now and it hurts. •• This year, Athens registered its first heavy snow since the 1930s, and this same year, Greece registered its highest ever recorded temperature. Yesterday. Almost 116 F. •• Wherever we go, we can’t get away from what we have done to this planet. If we continue down this road, there won’t be a safe space left. A place that’s not scorching, flooding, burning, choked by pollution: dying. •• I don’t even know what to say, except we have to do better. If anyone has good resources to donate to for Greece, Turkey, and other areas currently being ravaged, comment below or DM me and I will share as many as possible. Check my stories where I am sharing info on how to help now. . . . . . .

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