2 litters of water for a fainted stubborn Greek…

(Does anyone else need them too?)

Part 1

When I fainted during the flight…
Darkness… I was sitting on the bathroom of the plane, with my eyes closed, trying to understand where I was… Darkness… I couldn’t open them, I just started hearing some noises and voices, but they didn’t disturb me too much. I was feeling like being in another dimension… Darkness…

(Does anyone else need them too?)
Part 1

When I fainted during the flight…
Darkness… I was sitting on the bathroom of the plane, with my eyes closed, trying to understand where I was… Darkness… I couldn’t open them, I just started hearing some noises and voices, but they didn’t disturb me too much. I was feeling like being in another dimension… Darkness…

(Does anyone else need them too?)
Part 1

When I fainted during the flight…
Darkness… I was sitting on the bathroom of the plane, with my eyes closed, trying to understand where I was… Darkness… I couldn’t open them, I just started hearing some noises and voices, but they didn’t disturb me too much. I was feeling like being in another dimension… Darkness… after I had fallen on my knees in the corridor of the plane, I had managed to collect my last power and fainted while I sat there, with the door open…
I guess I was unconscious for quite some time, because I was listening to the people around me becoming terrorized… But I was feeling so weird… in this darkness… I was listening to their questions, but I didn’t have the strength and mood to reply… I felt some hands trying to move me (but even after the diet and the 20 kilos I lost, it is still a difficult task to achieve, especially for any polite, thin stewardess…).
Darkness… someone said she was a doctor and said they should wake me up fast, not to leave me fainted for long… I slightly heard this voice too, but didn’t have any power to reply… Darkness conquered me; I was feeling like in nirvana, while I was actually being run out of all my energy

Another type of “fainting”…
I could easily compare this situation with the one that the majority of the thousands of overdebted owners of Real Estate properties face today. They have been earning and reinvesting all their money, till they ended up in darkness, during 2009. But they refuse to wake up, to understand the problem, to do something to change their status. Refuse? Allow me to change this verb with another one: They are not able to think of another solution, usually they don’t know any other alternative except finding people who will buy their properties in high prices, as they used to do in the past. Even when someone proposes to provide them with realistic consulting of today (let’s call him a… doctor), they barely listen. They don’t realize that they are in danger, especially if they can not pay their loans…

I had just followed my typical (exhausting) programme…
That Thursday is a day I will never forget. I was returning from Cluj to Bucharest, having concluded a quite exhausting programme of flights. From Thessaloniki to London, then the next day to Bucharest, then to Timisoara, then to Bucharest again, then to Cluj… it was the 8th day of the schedule and I was ready for my 6th flight. Was it the last day’s lunch? Was it Thursday’s breakfast? I will never find out (but I will avoid eating in both places…) What I know is that after I had all the success and the results I wanted in my trip there (together always with some funny meetings with lovely crooks), after I participated in a successful negotiation for one of the biggest deals this year in Romania (having on my feet a dog and a… bunny cuddling me…), I was feeling terrible.
My clients left to the airport before me, while I was sick from stomach ache. I was food poisoned and I have a very sensitive stomach. My pills were in Bucharest, I felt so sure that nothing will happen, that I didn’t bother taking them with me. My flight was in about 2 hours time and I could barely stand on my knees. I decided to challenge my luck and I headed to the airport… Many bad coincidences happened there too (the place was smelling like… stable, I was intensively checked by the policemen as I was perceived “looking guilty”, the air condition didn’t work good, we stayed 20 minutes in the bus due to an idiot who was late). All these made me feel even sicker. I could barely walk to my seat, 7C. But still, I didn’t want to ask for help… (stubborn Greek…). “If you have entered in the plane 67 times this year and you were fine, why not this time too? You are used to this programme anyway” was my last thought before I collapsed…

They had just followed their way of making money and didn’t want to change…
So many owners have followed a similar path throughout the last years. They worked doing what they knew best, they refused the help of everyone, they challenged their luck and sometimes they won. They perceived wrong what life, business, investments, luck, possibilities are… They changed completely their lifestyle, taking for granted their own prediction that they will always be successful, buying cheap and selling expensive. Later on, this was “slightly” modified to “buying expensive and selling more expensive”, until their last plan, which was “buying very expensive and hoping to sell in enormous prices, making the last deal before to stop working”…
They didn’t care for the environment around them, they didn’t pay attention to the rising problems, or anything else. Even during the first (visible) phase of this tremendous crisis, in the second part of 2008, they could exit their properties with very good profits, just by deciding to sell with less profits. No, they didn’t care to understand… “If I made money so many times following this strategy, why not this time too?” was their usual reply to anyone who was proposing to them to sell with “just good profits” and clean up all the loans they had…

(the second part on Monday)

after I had fallen on my knees in the corridor of the plane, I had managed to collect my last power and fainted while I sat there, with the door open…
I guess I was unconscious for quite some time, because I was listening to the people around me becoming terrorized… But I was feeling so weird… in this darkness… I was listening to their questions, but I didn’t have the strength and mood to reply… I felt some hands trying to move me (but even after the diet and the 20 kilos I lost, it is still a difficult task to achieve, especially for any polite, thin stewardess…).
Darkness… someone said she was a doctor and said they should wake me up fast, not to leave me fainted for long… I slightly heard this voice too, but didn’t have any power to reply… Darkness conquered me; I was feeling like in nirvana, while I was actually being run out of all my energy

Another type of “fainting”…
I could easily compare this situation with the one that the majority of the thousands of overdebted owners of Real Estate properties face today. They have been earning and reinvesting all their money, till they ended up in darkness, during 2009. But they refuse to wake up, to understand the problem, to do something to change their status. Refuse? Allow me to change this verb with another one: They are not able to think of another solution, usually they don’t know any other alternative except finding people who will buy their properties in high prices, as they used to do in the past. Even when someone proposes to provide them with realistic consulting of today (let’s call him a… doctor), they barely listen. They don’t realize that they are in danger, especially if they can not pay their loans…

I had just followed my typical (exhausting) programme…
That Thursday is a day I will never forget. I was returning from Cluj to Bucharest, having concluded a quite exhausting programme of flights. From Thessaloniki to London, then the next day to Bucharest, then to Timisoara, then to Bucharest again, then to Cluj… it was the 8th day of the schedule and I was ready for my 6th flight. Was it the last day’s lunch? Was it Thursday’s breakfast? I will never find out (but I will avoid eating in both places…) What I know is that after I had all the success and the results I wanted in my trip there (together always with some funny meetings with lovely crooks), after I participated in a successful negotiation for one of the biggest deals this year in Romania (having on my feet a dog and a… bunny cuddling me…), I was feeling terrible.
My clients left to the airport before me, while I was sick from stomach ache. I was food poisoned and I have a very sensitive stomach. My pills were in Bucharest, I felt so sure that nothing will happen, that I didn’t bother taking them with me. My flight was in about 2 hours time and I could barely stand on my knees. I decided to challenge my luck and I headed to the airport… Many bad coincidences happened there too (the place was smelling like… stable, I was intensively checked by the policemen as I was perceived “looking guilty”, the air condition didn’t work good, we stayed 20 minutes in the bus due to an idiot who was late). All these made me feel even sicker. I could barely walk to my seat, 7C. But still, I didn’t want to ask for help… (stubborn Greek…). “If you have entered in the plane 67 times this year and you were fine, why not this time too? You are used to this programme anyway” was my last thought before I collapsed…

They had just followed their way of making money and didn’t want to change…
So many owners have followed a similar path throughout the last years. They worked doing what they knew best, they refused the help of everyone, they challenged their luck and sometimes they won. They perceived wrong what life, business, investments, luck, possibilities are… They changed completely their lifestyle, taking for granted their own prediction that they will always be successful, buying cheap and selling expensive. Later on, this was “slightly” modified to “buying expensive and selling more expensive”, until their last plan, which was “buying very expensive and hoping to sell in enormous prices, making the last deal before to stop working”…
They didn’t care for the environment around them, they didn’t pay attention to the rising problems, or anything else. Even during the first (visible) phase of this tremendous crisis, in the second part of 2008, they could exit their properties with very good profits, just by deciding to sell with less profits. No, they didn’t care to understand… “If I made money so many times following this strategy, why not this time too?” was their usual reply to anyone who was proposing to them to sell with “just good profits” and clean up all the loans they had…

(the second part on Monday)

after I had fallen on my knees in the corridor of the plane, I had managed to collect my last power and fainted while I sat there, with the door open…
I guess I was unconscious for quite some time, because I was listening to the people around me becoming terrorized… But I was feeling so weird… in this darkness… I was listening to their questions, but I didn’t have the strength and mood to reply… I felt some hands trying to move me (but even after the diet and the 20 kilos I lost, it is still a difficult task to achieve, especially for any polite, thin stewardess…).
Darkness… someone said she was a doctor and said they should wake me up fast, not to leave me fainted for long… I slightly heard this voice too, but didn’t have any power to reply… Darkness conquered me; I was feeling like in nirvana, while I was actually being run out of all my energy

Another type of “fainting”…
I could easily compare this situation with the one that the majority of the thousands of overdebted owners of Real Estate properties face today. They have been earning and reinvesting all their money, till they ended up in darkness, during 2009. But they refuse to wake up, to understand the problem, to do something to change their status. Refuse? Allow me to change this verb with another one: They are not able to think of another solution, usually they don’t know any other alternative except finding people who will buy their properties in high prices, as they used to do in the past. Even when someone proposes to provide them with realistic consulting of today (let’s call him a… doctor), they barely listen. They don’t realize that they are in danger, especially if they can not pay their loans…

I had just followed my typical (exhausting) programme…
That Thursday is a day I will never forget. I was returning from Cluj to Bucharest, having concluded a quite exhausting programme of flights. From Thessaloniki to London, then the next day to Bucharest, then to Timisoara, then to Bucharest again, then to Cluj… it was the 8th day of the schedule and I was ready for my 6th flight. Was it the last day’s lunch? Was it Thursday’s breakfast? I will never find out (but I will avoid eating in both places…) What I know is that after I had all the success and the results I wanted in my trip there (together always with some funny meetings with lovely crooks), after I participated in a successful negotiation for one of the biggest deals this year in Romania (having on my feet a dog and a… bunny cuddling me…), I was feeling terrible.
My clients left to the airport before me, while I was sick from stomach ache. I was food poisoned and I have a very sensitive stomach. My pills were in Bucharest, I felt so sure that nothing will happen, that I didn’t bother taking them with me. My flight was in about 2 hours time and I could barely stand on my knees. I decided to challenge my luck and I headed to the airport… Many bad coincidences happened there too (the place was smelling like… stable, I was intensively checked by the policemen as I was perceived “looking guilty”, the air condition didn’t work good, we stayed 20 minutes in the bus due to an idiot who was late). All these made me feel even sicker. I could barely walk to my seat, 7C. But still, I didn’t want to ask for help… (stubborn Greek…). “If you have entered in the plane 67 times this year and you were fine, why not this time too? You are used to this programme anyway” was my last thought before I collapsed…

They had just followed their way of making money and didn’t want to change…
So many owners have followed a similar path throughout the last years. They worked doing what they knew best, they refused the help of everyone, they challenged their luck and sometimes they won. They perceived wrong what life, business, investments, luck, possibilities are… They changed completely their lifestyle, taking for granted their own prediction that they will always be successful, buying cheap and selling expensive. Later on, this was “slightly” modified to “buying expensive and selling more expensive”, until their last plan, which was “buying very expensive and hoping to sell in enormous prices, making the last deal before to stop working”…
They didn’t care for the environment around them, they didn’t pay attention to the rising problems, or anything else. Even during the first (visible) phase of this tremendous crisis, in the second part of 2008, they could exit their properties with very good profits, just by deciding to sell with less profits. No, they didn’t care to understand… “If I made money so many times following this strategy, why not this time too?” was their usual reply to anyone who was proposing to them to sell with “just good profits” and clean up all the loans they had…

(the second part on Monday)