Walking in Athens

18 looked at the Acropolis, consciously or not, and I do not know in what way a sense of confirmation of the place, recognition of the moment, and self-definition of my consciousness pass- es through me each time. Beyond all this, however – beyond all the ideological bag- gage – the sense of landscape in the city is surrounded (not more than that) by an immaterial aura of sanctity. But even this perception is loaded with ideology. It is culturally in- formed. Put simply, any attempt to form a personal relation-