Irakli Beach

There was once a beach called Irakli. I've been camping there ever since I was two years old. You see, it used to be a wild beach; a broken down road led to it, and not many people knew it; it was situated right where the mountain descended into the sea. I've been going there for 20 years. That is the place where you go wild, you forget about electricity, running water and readily available food; you need to carry everything you need for kilometres. You put up a tent in the forest and share everything with other forest people just like yourself; most days, you go about naked; the feeling of completely naked people sitting around a table sipping drinks and talking is surreal. In the evenings, you gather firewood, cook and prepare for the evening; the nights are spent watching the stars, so bright above your head, playing the guitar and singing around a camp fire. This was freedom, this was life, and every year I will wait for summer so I can go home. Some years ago, the local government did some dirty deal with some business owners. The place got wired off, people got abused for camping there, and a fancy hotel complex complete with pool bar was built. Access was restricted to "guests" of the hotel.