St. Nikolaos Night: No regrets

Epaminondas Korkoneas, 37, Special Guards police officer, the one that murdered the 15-year boy, a father of 3, a former Marines soldier, appeared before the magistrate. But not exactly. Actually by confessing by memorandum, the "chicken" way, where instead of being interrogated, be asked of questions and answer on them, sent something like a "note", a paper thrown on justice 's face. In this memorandum, he shows no apology, no regrets, nothing, not even pardoning for shooting even the worst criminal, let alone a teenage boy. He instead tries to charge the boy 's side, by accusing it and its company of showing "unacceptable" behaviour and telling some incredible stories about being previously involved in clashes as a football hooligan. The most absurd, is that he already had formed a figure, an opinion about the boy 's profile: about all these rich families children, bored to death about everything and meet into teams to convert their boredom into anger and rage by frequenting Exarchia, meeting with so-called αντιεξουσιαστές, (counter-power radical activists, marked as "terrorists" in Anglosaxon countries) that isult, curse and even throw bottles at police cars. In other words, a real criminal. Hopefully, the boy 's school management has answered strictly on that:
http://www.in.gr/news/article.asp?lngEntityID=966716&lngDtrID=244
Yes indeed, he was a rich family 's seed and they have all the means to support any investigation and mobilize all their connections to find the truth. But I can 't imagine what hould happen if he was a middle or low-class family child.

December 6th, the St. Nikolaos Night in the greek ortodox calendar. A day that a spark came into a flame. A day that a problem supressed for years, decades maybe, broke loose. When all fallen-into-sleep spectators, filled up with delivery pizzas, dreaming of getting a loan to buy the new shiny SUV that saw at the commercial before the reality show, glanced their youngster on the TV news. He was missing, God knows since when. Actually they were never been interested of what he was doing beyond the usually closed door in the end of the corridor. They had given him everything: a stereo, a Play Station, an iPhone, an iPod and other gadgets. But they had never given him a chance for opening his heart, for showing his dreams, for a hug. They were thinking that their dreams of living between consumer goods should also be his dream. But they were fooled: that little piece of shit was protesting against their lifestyle. And smashing their shrines: the banks. Where their life was beginning and ending, never granted, always borrowed from them. With no dreams, no expectations.

Don 't worry about the damages, they will be added up at the plasma TV 's final price and the bank loan 's interest rate. I am really proud of these schoolchildren: finally, somebody revolts against this miserable lifestyle.