Athens and Dissertations

[2016-08-14] I am in Athens. I am writing my thesis. How awesome is this?
It is so ironic that I am sitting here thinking about values and virtues, 600m away from the prison of Socrates.
Eventually, I went to this prison and found a dead Socrates right there. Well, most probably just sleeping drunkard, not sure if his name was Socrates. But it's fairly close: someone drank some poison and passed out by Socrates' tomb.
It is so fantastic here, I just can't describe: the warmth of the sea, the feel of the sea salt on my skin, the wind, the white stones of buildings. How can one explain? It's happiness imprinted on Earth.