I am a Refugee, but I am Not Silent

July 1, 2025 A very generous friend invited me to the ancient theater of Epidaurus to watch a performance of Antigone. And in this heat and isolation of Athens, why should I have said no? Two hours of driving with an old friend, seeing the beautiful view of the sea and forest, cleared my mind from all thoughts of war and conflict. When we arrived, walking the path and sitting on the same stones where people sat 2500 years ago, away from the modern world, just to watch music and theater, was magical. While the half-moon was slowly crossing the sky above me, I found myself sitting on the steps of the ancient amphitheater of Epidaurus. The stage was breathtaking. In the middle of the play, down there, between the stones and the wind, Antigone, with a shaky but strong voice, declared her refusal to obey power. She said, “There is a law that existed before you, Creon. A human, divine, unwritten law. I follow that one.”