In order to better understand the struggles that Giannis Antetokounmpo undertook in order to come to the USA to play basketball, I have uprooted my entire life and am now living in Greece. You may now call me by my Greek name, ΦθψηΤθβμξκ.
The main difference between my and Giannis’ situations is that he is making hundreds of thousands of dollars to play a game for a living, while I don’t speak Greek well enough to get any kind of job. In fact, I don’t speak Greek at all. Everybody thinks I’m just some tourist.
Right now I’m pretty destitute. The small amount of money I had is long gone. I sleep in parks, panhandle a bit, and steal from street vendors for food.
On the plus side, gyros in Greece are roughly a billion times tastier than the ones you get in America. And, unlike, Giannis, nobody here has any problem pronouncing my name, because nobody knows it. I am totally friendless and alone. Thanks a lot, Giannis.