Do what you want, but don't spend a cent of government money, wife says Mareva that her husband Kyriakos told her when she expressed her desire to renovate Maximou. And for the state money, the husband's respect and the wife's acknowledged frugality is touching. But from where to where do you do what you want? Aren't they tenants and even under eviction in the Maximus? Did he, she and the mysteries get it confused with the Voltaire house? With the dozens of properties they own? With nothing properties owned by offshores and renovated all over the place?;
It's fun, they tell you. It's no fun - it infuriates those who are subjected to its politics and posturing. No prime minister's wife to date has had such an appeal to narcissism, such an affinity for flash, such a love of showmanship, as this lady. And, most importantly, no prime minister has ever accepted to appear as a worldly Boulis alongside his wife, even in official meetings. In Israel, for example. At the UN General Assembly. And on numerous occasions, where democracy becomes the wife's catwalk.
Mareva motocross, Kyriakos cyclist. She the self-appointed protector of the NHS fighters, he the applauder. She in the flower shops, in the peace of her beautiful home during quarantine, in artistic estrus with Lignadi, in meetings with the deserving and the distressed. He lantern. She in a chic gown and nostalgic ah-was-a-princess at Kyriakos' meeting with Sophia of Spain. Where marriage and joy, Mareva first. And he's an extra on the soap operas starring her.
«My philosophy was that it should represent - Maximos - what we are, that it should represent the Greek people,» the wife told a foreign magazine, after photos of the project and herself, of course. Her philosophy! What we are! The Greek people! He, she and the people one thing. Americana, worldly frivolity, poses, first ladies and rare opportunities. Hey, you're not doing well. And we'll cut off Tsipras' good morning, too, if he doesn't get Polakis and volunteer Cretans to redecorate Maximou when the time comes...
