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Tuesday, 22 May 2018

Ελλαδισ-τοωn: Sρεακιng Grεεκ αbroαd ιn ρυblιc

One of my most awkward Greek-identity moments occurred in London, this past Christmas, while on a train with my family. We'd just arrived at Gatwick airport and were on our way into central London. We entered the train not-so-quietly, but as least 'Greekly' as possible: when we spoke Greek to each other, we spoke in low voices, so as not to make spectacles of ourselves, and we tried not to speak too much Greek. As the Greek saying goes: δεν είσαι στο χωριό σου.

At the same time, sitting next to us on the other side of the aisle were a bunch of young Greeks who babbled away in their mother tongue, without any inhibitions whatsoever. Most likely they were arriving back to their workplace after visiting family in the homeland for Christmas holidays, and since they all got off together at Purley Station, they probably all lived close by to each other, but not necessarily flatting together. What surprised me most was not so much that they were speaking within earshot of people around them who did not know them or understand their language, but that they were speaking loudly enough (and passionately, gesticulating where necessary) for us to hear them, even though they knew we were Greek, keeping very little of their conversation private. Even my family thought they were 'overdoing' it a bit. For all intents and purposes, they may as well have been in their own village.

Twelve years ago when we started travelling regularly to London, whenever we heard people speaking Greek in public places, we would often say hello to them, as an acknowledgement of our common identity ('hey there! you are not alone!'). We would often come across Greeks in London. I don't mean bumping into Greeks in specifically Greek London enclaves (a Greek restaurant or other kind of Greek business, a Greek Orthodox church). I mean in the tourist areas, clothes shops, markets, etc. They were doing pretty much what we were doing (they were also tourists). In the early days we would also make the fatal mistake to ask them which part of Greece they came from: many of the Greek speakers we bumped into were in fact Cypriot Greeks. But this did us a lot of good: as 'Greek' Greeks, we learnt early on in life that we were not 'unique' due to the language we speak.

But those times seem to be long gone. Hearing Greek being spoken in public in London has become quite common in recent times. And for the last 4-5 years, I notice an 'indifference' among Greek speakers who chance upon each other in and around London to connect with each other, in that spontaneous way we used to do when 'the gypsy found his people and his heart raced excitedly' (as the Greek saying goes: 'βρήκε ο γύφτος τη γενιά του κι αναγάλλιασε η καρδιά του'). More often than not, someone speaking in public in Greek will ignore another Greek speaking in public (unless the two sides are known to each other).

Most people may be wondering what concerns me here: strangers don't just strike up a conversation just because they speak a common language. They don't now, at any rate. But they used to; as Greeks, we all remember a time when they did. The lady walking up and down Ladywell Station talking in Greek on her cellphone didn't bat an eyelid as she passed us. Neither did the man standing right in front of us in the queue at the Natural History Museum, as he read aloud from his Greek museum guide. Nor did the Greek mom calling out to the Greek dad to help her put the toddler in the baby stroller. And nor am I alone in noticing how unlikely it is that London Greeks will acknowledge the other Greeks around them, as I recently discovered in a Greeks-abroad forum, where a member writes:
"... when I come across a group of people on the road speaking Greek among themselves, if I too am speaking Greek as I approach them, maybe talking in Greek on the phone or with friends, they go silent."
What has caused us to become so dismissive of each other?

I myself would have put it down quite simply to numbers: in the UK - and London in particular - where once we were few, we are now many. So one can reasonably assume that in a smaller place, where there are fewer Greeks, on hearing a stranger speaking Greek, their compatriot would quite possibly want to connect with them, even if they don't know them: it's nice to acknowledge a compatriot; it may help to combat loneliness; it makes you feel you aren't alone in an ever-increasingly lonely world; it's a human instinct to want to be close to your own people; and it may even be a way of making new friends in a new town. And even though it doesn't mean we will end up becoming friends, we just might end up doing this in fact.

All the above assumes that Greeks seek Greek companionship and they want to be with other Greeks in a foreign country. Given that the online forum where this discussion appeared is a very popular one for Greeks in the UK - bringing them together in a similar way to a kafeneio without the kafè - it certainly makes sense to say that Greeks like being around other Greeks. But that would assume that they will also want to speak with other Greeks when they hear Greek being spoken on the street, in a shop, in a queue. So why, then, are they ignoring each other?

Maybe it's because they don't feel so alone after all. Greeks are very cliquey, and they are bound to have already made some friends in their new homeland - and those friends are bound to be Greeks. Yes, Greeks do prefer each other's company for socialising (according to online surveys, discussion sites and by their own admittance). Moreover, a clique is private, and its members are usually part of an 'in' group, all known to each other, with common interests and purposes. Do you really want to invite a stranger to join you? Probably not - we choose who we speak to.

There's also that element of privacy associated with speaking a 'foriegn' language in multi-culti places with English as the official language. In a big city like London, where the official language is English and English is also the lingua franca, you generally tend to assume that people don't understand what you are saying when speaking in your own native language. And what you are saying in such moments is often private. So when you realise that someone is understanding what you are saying, an automatic reflex is to shut yourself up or to shut others out. At the same time, you don't feel it's your business to intrude in other people's conversations, even if you do speak their language. People don't feel there is any need to butt in and we should mind our own business: haven't we got better things to do? Time is precious (I've got a train to catch!) and we can't be wasting it on striking up conversations with strangers about nothing of interest, and listening to other people's nonsense. So you just pretend you're Chinese, and you don't understand them, even though you do actually, and the things they are saying make you want to laugh out loud, as loudly as you have never laughed in London before - but you stoically show no recognition, maintaining the emotionless stiff upper lip, as you continue to eavesdrop: so this is what it feels like to be English.

Maybe there is also a bit of logic to the dilemma of why we ignore each other. We are strangers to each other; speaking to strangers is 'weird'; we don't speak to everyone on the street in Athens, so we don't have to do it here; and anyway, would the English do it? (And whether the English live in London in the first place is a matter for a different discussion.) It feels silly, a little awkward, feeling that need to have to talk to someone just because you heard them speaking the language of your private thoughts. And anyway, it's the UK, remember? You're not in Greece! You're here for work, not to make friends with other Greeks, as if you're still hanging onto some kind of lost Atlantis. There are other ways to strike up a conversation with a Greek, aren't there? (You can find them on facebook.) This isn't KTEL after all, where for some unknown reason, you feel you should talk to the person sitting next to you on the bus, eventually concluding that you may even be related to them. Get real: it's 2018!

But there's also that niggling feeling that you're underestimating your race. It's one thing to strike up a conversation out of the blue, and quite another to give some help. If someone looks like they need some help, wouldn't it be only right to try to help them? Surely we would help someone in our own country, and this act wouldn't be linguistically based. Surely some people wish others would do this more often, for their own sanity. It's really quite nice every now and then to talk about insignificant things. There's nothing wrong with chit-chat. Shop workers just love it. Plus, it makes you smile more when speaking your mother tongue.

Maybe we just want to avoid being spoken to, because we want to protect ourselves from the ills of our own race. We can be snobs, we are jealous, two-timing gossipers, with a superiority complex, and we see each other competitively, dominated by 'simferon': whoever wants help will just take it and then disappear afterwards without acknowledging anyone. We know our own race! And our race is rude! It doesn’t take much effort to be polite, but we are more likely to speak to the English (speakers) than we are to speak to our own kind. We've lost our sense of community (unlike the early immigrant Greek communities in Australia and America, for example). But we have never actually been collectivists - Greeks are individualists by nature.

We may also suffer from some form of subconscious 'grecophobia': we don't always like ourselves. We find the 'foreign' more attractive. We are more likely to share personal details with strangers than Greeks. We don't always trust our own kind, and we fear opening a discussion out of the blue, in case we end up feeling we have to become friends with them. What if this stranger turns out to be an Ελληναράς? The Greek riff-raff has now entered London, whereas pre-crisis, it was only the 'good' ones! Maybe they aren't even Greek! Albanians speak Greek too - because many were born and raised here! And if they want to be Greeks - like the Bulgarians, perhaps?! - well, you're just egging them on! (But if the Albanians stop speaking Greek when they realise you're listening, you think they fear being discovered due to their accent.) Τι σκατοφάρα που γίναμε! There are times when we are just so ashamed being Greeks. Virgil knew something when he wrote: Aeneas Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes.

"It is an extreme act of luck to be born Greek, and also to die as a Greek. 
The in-between stage, however, is a great misfortune." Arkas

Μας έφαγε η φιγούρα! We are no longer those Greeks that we once were! We have lost our filotimo! What has happened to us? Maybe, just maybe, we have become eugenised. As my US friend mentioned to me recently:
"There's a big gap between the old immigrants and the new immigrants. The old ones don’t want to feel obligated to take on the burden of the new immigrants. But the anonymity of life is such a huge factor in big cities. One feels closer to a clerk in the grocery store than to neighbors!"
UPDATE: Check out the comments for more good discussion.

(Thanks to the facebook group Greek Professionals in London, which inspired this post.) 

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Friday, 4 May 2018

Housing crisis

Last Monday afternoon, after getting a couple of jobs done in the town, I suggested to my husband that we take a walk to the harbour. We had only just crossed the road from the chemist where we had bought some sunscreen when two Greek women approached us and asked us if we knew of any 'houses' (= apartments) for rent. Just like that, out of the blue
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They were from Chalikidiki (the peninsula that is home to Mt Athos). They said they needed a home here for just two months. One of the women was a teacher (young woman, three months pregnant) who had been appointed by the Ministry of Education to a school in Chania for the last two months of the term. (The MoE often does this: schools could be short of a teacher for the whole year, and the a teacher will be appointed in the last couple of months in the year - often as a cost-cutting measure or face-saving tactic. It's rarely to do with bad organisation - they know what they're doing.) The other was her mother who came to help her find a place to stay only because the 26-year-old teacher was pregnant (otherwise, the mother said, she would not have accompanied her daughter, but she was worried about the girl's health). After that, the teacher would go back home. The teacher said that if she didn't take up the opportunity offered to her to enter the state teaching system, she feared that she would lose any future possibility of finding state work. Her mother was equally upset to see her daughter having to make such a difficult choice: for the last six years, she had been working various jobs in her home town and put aside the idea of entering the state school teaching system, and instead had settled down, entered a relationship and was now setting up her personal life - and now this. I understood them both and felt for them.


My renovations are going along very slowly. The reason why is that I have renovated properties before, and I know I will not get the chance to create the perfect home if I don't get it absolutely right at this time. (This is the same reason why we don't live in a perfect home ourselves.)

I told them the harsh truth: it's the beginning of the tourist season in Hania and for this reason, you won't find anything in the town, and even if you do, you would be hard pressed to find anything cheap because everything has gone up for airbnb. They said that they had already experienced this: she would be making not much more than 1000 euro per month, and she was surprised potential landlords were asking for rental prices that came close to  nearly all her salary. They had been quoted 750 euro per month for the only positive response they got - electricity usage not included. They were practically homeless - and this situation is not at all new in Greece: state workers seconded to islands like Mykonos and Santorini have ended up camping at the beach in order to resolve their own housing problems

I gave them the number of a real estate agent they could call (which I knew would not really prove very helpful). And then, just like that, out of the blue, I suggested that if the teacher really could not find any place suitable, she can come to live in our granny flat (my mother-in-law passed away last year: the school she was assigned to is relatively close to our house). Imagine the shock on my husband's face when I did that: it really didn't occur to us that the situation could be that bad. But he saw the logic later and he agreed that it wouldn't be a bad thing to offer space for a lodger, and we would make some money on the side too. Not the extraordinary amount she was being quoted - something more logical. (She hasn't called us yet, so I suppose she may have found something. Either that, or she decided it was not worth the effort, and has gone back home - she mentioned that option too.) 

Now here's the catch: it's not full capacity anywhere in the rentals business in Hania at the moment. It's very busy, that's for sure. But no one wants to commit their property to a long-term stay on the "cheap", because they prefer to take the risk to wait until they get more money on a daily rental basis (i.e. airbnb style). Homes - rooms, houses, apartments - may not even get fully booked in any given month, but even ten days (one third of a month) will easily fetch 500-750 euro, depending on the location, size and condition of the property. The thinking of the average landlord in Hania is: Why rent a property out for a whole month at this price, when you can rent it out for just half a month? (Less damages, less cleaning, less utilities usage, lower costs.) 

Airbnb backlash

While there can be a backlash from the citizens themselves (to the likes of what we have heard happening in places like Barcelona), this isn't happening here yet. We see anti-airbnb flyers posted on walls, but they are coming from hard-core anarchists who are against everything and for nothing (so they can't be taken seriously). Given that I've just entered the property market myself, I think it is a wise choice on my part not to get involved in airbnb-ing my properties (currrently under serious renovations) for the whole year. Airbnb in Hania is really only a good choice for 3 months. The tourist season is still highly seasonable here. We rely on lo-cost charter-style airlines to fly tourists into the town, and there is much less demand for tourist rentals in the remaining 3 months of the tourist season. Come winter, when the international flights into the town stop, there is literally no demand. Some hotels stay open, but mainly for Greek business travellers. Hostels and purely tourist accomodation units are hermetically shut - you won't even see a light on in the window for 2-3 months in a row. So my ideal tenant would be a student for the 9-month academic term, and tourists for the remaining months. But very few people think like me. They prefer to risk waiting for the bog $$$. At the same time, I also understand the landlords (being one myself): people are really doing up their places now and want to make money. This is a HUGE change compared to the past: during the crisis, the rental market was a complete disaster. Even before that, tenants would abscond from paying the rent (this has happened to me too) - and landlords had absolutely no recourse in trying to get any money back. So it's a bit of tit for tat.  

The property market in Hania is doing quite well for now. it was never really in crisis in the first place, even during Greece's most troubled times in the last few years. Some people want to sell property... but not desperately. Cretans don't really have the money to invest in property themselves. But they are willing to sell property at the right price. And they do not feel the need to lower their standards to make a quick sell. Both local and foreign investors (yes, plenty of them) are finding it difficult to bargain down a price because Cretans will get eventually get sick of them and refuse to sell specifically to them. (That's a good sign: we clearly don't have an identity crisis.) 

That was then, this is now: good renovations take time. 

I have no regrets that airbnb took the town here by storm. It's really cleaned up the place. There were so many rundown properties (and there still are) before airbnb came along. Now, at least the town is cleaner and people are investing their savings in renovations. In other words, people are more willing to spend money doing up their property because they can see light at the end of the tunnel - they will get something back for their efforts. This all points to rising property prices in the future. Even the OECD is predicting a good future for Greece: GDP looks good, so do employment levels, people's spending power has increased and state surpluses look stable - it's basically what I have been predicting all along, that Greece is out of crisis, and on the rise. The problems that Greece could encounter are not really financial:
- austerity fatigue on the part of the people (but as I have often said in my blogs, people are used to living with lower standards now)
- collapse of reform program (highly unlikely: leftist Syriza who seized power with their anti-reforms manifesto have executed them since gaining power, albeit begrudgingly)
- inadequate debt forgiveness (but even Germany is now agreeing that it may be the right time to forgive some Greek debt)
- geopolitical dangers (eg Turkish aggression, more refugees - this puts pressure on the tourism market, but this is a global problem, not a solely Greek one. We are affected due to geography rather than mentality.)
- bank systemic crisis (banks may fail because people don't save their money there anymore - they don't make enough to save in the first place.)
- lack of private investment (this has been a constant demand on the part of our moneylenders, and we have never really pushed it very far, despite our financial problems - but western capitalist economies are seen to be failing at this time precisely for this reason)
- austerity fatigue on the part of the people (but as I have often said in my blogs, people are used to living with lower standards now)
- collapse of reform program (highly unlikely: leftist Syriza who seized power with their anti-reforms manifesto have executed them since gaining power, albeit begrudgingly)



Old, beautiful, serene, timeless, multicultural Hania 
Crete is recognised as the only island in Greece that is independent in terms of being able to survive the whole year without needing to import basic resources (= food, water). We import a lot of things, but if some kind of catastrophe were to happen and imports were stopped, we would actually make it through. So one could say that Crete is a wealthy island because the locals are all involved in multiple income-making work, and we all have 'hidden economies' of some sort, eg gardens full of veges, fields full of trees, olive oil as a basic commodity which is also exported at a good price, a roof over our head - two homes in many cases: the one we live in and an inherited one. It is well known in global economic terms that Greeks have a high rate of home ownership (80% if I am correct). So who needs to rent here? Who are our 'visitors'?
- tourists from all over the world, but mainly Europe; half the European tourists of Hania are actually Scandinavians, who like to stay at resort hotels. Other regions of Crete (eg Iraklio, Rethimno, Paliohora) are preferred by other nationalities, who have different preferences. So there is something for everyone in any part of Crete. We had more than 1 million flying-in tourists to Hania last year, while Iraklio had more than 3.5 million flying-in tourists (cruise ship tourists and travellers using domestic flights aren't included in these numbers). Most people rent hotels, rooms, villas, airbnb, etc and a small segment goes camping.
- public servants stationed to Crete, coming from a different part of Greece for their work (eg police, doctor, office admin staff, military officers, etc etc etc). Not everyone will translocate with their partner/family. It's not affordable, and anyway, many couples are both state employees, and they rarely get a transfer to the same place as their partner, and at the same time. (We are in the same boat as many of our western-country counterparts, and have been living like this for a long time).
- students attending the highly acclaimed (both in Greece and abroad) Politechnio (this doesnt mean polytech in the classic English sense - it's actually the most advanced university level in Greece, and the basic bachelor degree, without doing a Master's degree, lasts a minimum of five years), as well as technical school (polytech in the classic sense), merchant navy training centre, and research centre (where i work).  The town lacks appropriate student dorms (we have very few of them), so most students (90%) will find a place to rent. Due to the establishment of airbnb in Hania, students have been finding it increasingly difficult to rent a place in Hania during their study period, due to the rise of airbnb.
- military personnel: mainly Americans, also Europeans, as well as civilian staff attached to the military; this little flurry is all due to the US army base in Hania, and it includes visitors from warships (the USS Harry S. Truman is on its way here soon), which bring in huge numbers of young soldiers on the off season. They come here for recreational purposes (after a long period spent at war or at sea) and they are allowed to come off the ship and stay in a rental property if they wish. They usually prefer coastal areas and places with a pool. They come for relaxation, not urban sightseeing; some hire cars, so they can rent further out of the town). If you follow the news, you will know that the US has asked for long term renewal of the military base in Hania (at present, it has short-term renewal, even though it gets renewed all the time). The US is here to stay. If I am correct, even Donald Trump has uttered the word 'Souda'. (He might have called it 'Soda,' but this is not important). Souda Bay is one of the deepest natural harbours in the Mediterranean and is easy to defend. It is also the largest natural harbour in the whole of the Mediterranean - located right here in Hania.
- lastly, there are always school trips, old people's clubs, and other cultural/educational groups, from Greece and other countries. They often come in the off-season, when they are likely to find good prices for accommodation - because most places are closed, given our seasonal tourist nature.

We also have a lot of immigrant workers in Crete given the better employment conditions here, mainly Eastern Europeans - Albanians and Bulgarians (they don't look too different from us), and some Arabs (they don't act too differently from us). They live here on a permanent basis. They go back home to the mother country, but they recognise that life is better here for them. And in fact, they've been here for years. If they are lucky, they are on 'old' rent, so they don't get price rises; if not, they have basically been pushed out of the main town due to the rising rental prices (due to airbnb). They live in similar ways to how Greek immigrants lived when they went to the New World - many people under one roof, all sharing facilities and trying to find a lucky break which will give them upward mobility - which is getting increasingly harder these days. They mould in very well with the locals - but their housing is usually rented. They are more likely to live in old property that has not been maintained. These are the people who are really being affected by being priced out of the rental market.  


Hania has been breaking tourist arrival records for the last three years, and this is expected to continue. So the potential for renting out property to these arrivals is very large. Somewhere I read that the US Travel Advisory for Greece is at the best level (ie we are a safe destination, one of the safest in the world). This is really ironic, if you consider that 10 years ago, US travel advisories would warn against going to Greece, due to potential harm from street demonstrations. (This shows how little the US and the rest of the world understood the nature of Greek society - we are not trigger-happy and we don't like war.) These days, jihadi attacks are crucial in such calculations - something we haven't yet experienced here. Westerners read and believe this kind of stuff so it's easy to understand why travel to Greece is on the rise, and it is predicted to get better. Despite being surrounded in the north, east and south by unstable countries, Greece is regarded as a pillar of stability in the region. The refugee crisis hardly affects Crete, which is difficult to access without safe secure means of sea transport.



This is no time for complacency. Like banks, bricks and mortar may also fail in natural disasters like earthquakes. Crete is a seismic zone - I've felt some pretty strong shakes here with a maximum 6.3 Richter, but they've never caused great damage to the town. I like to use the old Franciscan monastery in Hania on Halidon St as a reference point to illustrate this. It was built sometime in the late 1300s during the Venetian era, and it presently houses the archaeological museum of Hania (which will be moving to a new location soon), after serving a variety of uses over the centuries. A very strong earthquake (possibly measuring 6.3 Richter) was documented in the letters of a traveller on 26/11/1595. By that time, the Venetians had been ruling Crete for three centuries, and had already performed a lot of construction work. Many of the new/tall buildings of the time sustained damages on that day, but in the descriptions of the earthquake, it was pointed out that the Franciscan monastery was unharmed. Construction of the landmark lighthouse in Hania (a few metres away from the Franciscan monastery) began in 1595. The lighthouse does not have the original form now as it had back then, but there has always been a lighthouse in the same place since it was first built. Geological reasons protect Hania from the worst effects of earthquakes.


So for the time being, we have it good here in Crete. But we still need to find solutions for our housing crisis. I wrote this post today because, just this morning, I was told about yet another teacher who needs to find a place to live in the town. When people can't satisfy their basic needs - food, water, and a place to live - this is known as a crisis. We never really had this kind of crisis in Hania. But as Greece comes out of her recent crisis, it seems that Hania is entering a unique one of her own. And right now, even I can feel its effects.



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Thursday, 12 April 2018

Mountain village (Ψηλό χωριό)

Easter in Crete, spring in the village, the dream of many. Beautiful scenery compliments the aroma of slow-cooked lamb roasting in the open air: wild flowers fill the fields and roadsides, fresh foliage tops the canopies of the trees, the last remnants of the winter's snow are slowly melting away in the cool sunshine. The sheep bleat, the birds twitter, but the human presence is less this year - and the children almost non-existent. The village sounds very quiet. Even the permanent residents of the village - the staunchly proud villagers, γέννημα θρέμμα, who swear they will never leave this place, and they built three-story homes to prove it, filling it with spouses, babes and fitted kitchens - have gone elsewhere to celebrate this Holiest Day of Obligation. Easter came early this year, too early for the Athenians to tear themselves away from the warmth of their concrete homes, too early for the seasonal tourists to go swimming in the Mediterranean, too early even for the Cretan to set up the outdoor furniture, out of the fear of more Sahara dust and red rain: better to clean the patio, than to clean both the patio and the furniture.

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The neighbourhood is silent. No one lives here anymore. No one. At all. A dozen or so families live on the other side, but this part of the village feels like a ghost town. An area of exceptional beauty, it has become deserted over the years as the old generation died, or those remaining simply left, to be looked after by the younger generation who moved to the town. Despite the fact that it is a rural area with no source of cash income other than the dairy and the kafeneio down the road, it does not look derelict and neglected. But it cannot compete with modern life. The town is only half an hour's drive away; after the highway, the road winds up and down a rather steep hill. Internet is sketchy (better than nothing), but there is a regular source of water and electricity - as long as there is no disconnection, for whatever reason. (The water supply was cut off just after lunch on Easter Sunday.)

As Easter fell rather early this year, there were fewer visitors to the village, creating a rather gloomy atmosphere despite the good weather and the abundance of nature. Mountain village life is based on collective pre-WW2 memories. It's not the easiest of lives in modern times. Most people associated with villages of this type can't even afford to visit their birthplace on a regular basis due to rising petrol costs and lower incomes. The young people whose parents were born there are all working or studying in urban areas. Plenty of seasonal work is available in the town: why stay in a mountains village when living there is no longer feasible?

Despite the difficulties of mountain villages, there are still large communities living in them. (Just not here.) But their contact with humans is severely diminished, to the detriment of their cranial capacities. There are more sheep and goats to talk with than people. The only work available in these parts is based on agriculture, which is becoming increasingly more technical. Those that resisted know that they need to upgrade their skills and machinery - but they also know that they can't do that anyway. Who's going to teach them? Who's going to pay for it all? Nothing comes for free anymore. "Turn your home into a tourist residence!" the ads tell you. "Airbnb!" If only it were that easy.

(At one point, I noticed that my white socks had turned brown. I thought I was hitting my heels on them, but later relaised my socks had simply been subjected to the village dust that had accumulated in the yard, which had never been swept away since last summer. My socks were white inside the shoes, but brown above.)

Life in the lowlands is easier. That's fact, not fiction. Who can blame people for moving away? Mountains are inhospitable by their very nature. You run to the heights to get away from enemies and catastrophes, both of which have now been neutralised to some degree. Modern life makes mountain living expensive. But the houses remain mainly habitable, lovingly restored in the hope that one day, things will get better and be like they were before (the crisis). Hope dies last. But many former reisdents and their descendants still come to spend (a part of) the summer here. Summer makes mountain villages more bearable. Come autumn, and the walls of the house begin to feel cold. They are the first to feel the full brunt of the cooling weather and the northern wind. (It was rather cool on Easter Sunday, despite the sunshine.) Come winter and you're stuck there for who knows how long, until the snow plough clears the road. (I've been up there on Christmas day when we watched the snow falling on the mountains.) The general area is covered in grape vines and olive trees, a sign that humans do actually maintain contact in the area on a regular basis, to tend their crops and look after their ruminants. But to live here permanently? That's a different story.

(I remember the nonegenarian Afroditi, the sole permanent resident for a few years. She lived all alone in this part of the village. As soon as she heard voices, she would make her way to the place where the sounds were coming from. She ate a lot of potatoes, not much meat, and she liked fizzy drinks. She carried a permanent smile on her face. I don't remember her looking unhappy. She was recently discovered to be suffering from severe senility, so her relatives took her to the town to stay with them. She liked having company. She still had lucid thoughts. She told me a story about how important it was not to live alone completely. When her brother was alive she told him to give each other a key to their homes in case they needed help. She knocked on his door one day and found no one opening it. So she went home and took the key and returned. Her brother had suffered a fall. She kept saying how glad she was that she was able to help him at a moment when he needed here. he died a few days later.)

Mountain life hardens you. "Don't mind him, είναι από ψηλό χωριό," we say cagily. Mountain dwellers have a different mindset. They are aloof--- The adjectives required here are too obscure to pinpoint. To call them aloof is an understatement. But to call them unsocial is to show great ignorance of their ways.

(Malamo - younger than me by a decade - told me how she liked going out for a souvlaki once a week. "Don't you like going out for souvlaki too?" Of course, I said, but we usually bring our takeout home because after a hard day's work in the town, we feel the need to get away from its hustle and bustle. "I never do that!" Malamo said. You don't want to do the dishes afterwards, I joked. "That too," she said. "I just want to be near other people." For years, she looked after her invalid parents in law. "I get a chance to see my kids too."  Alekos makes fresh pasta for a restaurant in the old town, Marina is studying physiotherapy, and Vaggelio is a chambermaid in a hotel. They still go back to the village to help their parents, in the fields as well as financially.) 

The roast, the kokoretsi, the sausages, the pancetta, the potatoes - it all tastes delicious. The wine - straight from the barrel - is pure ambrosia. And the beautiful scenery hides all the pains and sorrows of winter past. For that one day, they will not be discussed. They will come back to haunt you another day.

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Friday, 6 April 2018

Easter charity

In a highly depersonalised world, it is easy to shut society out of your own world and to live in your own bubble. It takes some level of courage to connect the more privileged world with the disadvantaged. Hania is a good example of a society where the two sides have more opportunities to come together without prejudice, a testament to Hania's (znd Crete's) long history of multi-culturalism and multi-religionism.

Every year, the (mainly foreign) students of MAICh leave clothes and shoes behind when they leave the institute, stuff in good condition but not able to be taken with them due to lack of suitcase space. They asked me to help them find a way to donate these items to people in need, instead of placing them in the red bins around the town for recycling clothes. The bins are great for recycling, but like all such ventures, the items are collected for profit. This is a classic problem when trying to get rid of old clothes which are in good condition: charities lack space to store them, and they cant coordinate efficient distribution networks: you need vehicles, drivers, petrol, and this does not come for free anywhere. (Same goes for food distribution: it needs planning.) The items were lovingly washed and stored in five clean cases by the students themselves.

Yesterday I drove one of my students to a local well-established well-known charity in the town centre, serving both Greeks and foreigners. The space was being renovated when we turned up. We were asked if the clothes were mainly men's clothes (a clear hint as to what kind of people are in need). They said it would be difficult to store things in their facilities due to lack of space.
Clothes are appreciated but not actually lacking for people in need in my town, because locals regularly update their wardrobes with the latest cheap fashion, so old clothes are often discarded, recylced or given away. You dont need to buy clothes on a daily basis, unlike with food, which is a more imminent need, but there is also plenty of food available in Crete, and locals are very generous when it comes to sharing food, but again, there are certain segments in society that have more immediate needs for food and clothing than other groups: this mainly concerns undocumented male foreigners in our town.

Luckily for us, a Mahgreb (= North African: another hint as to the kind of immigrants in need that live in Hania) happened to be volunteering at the charity when we turned up. I explained in private that the shoes and clothes were all donations from many North Africans like himself, who are studying at MAICh. He was glad to take it all and distribute it among his compatriots here. It is not a coincidence that we met him at Splantzia, close to the church of St Nikolaos, the only one in Greece with a bell tower built on one side and a Muslim minaret on the other, which was restored a few years ago when there were fears it would fall in an earthquake: more evidence of the multiculturalism and tolerance of the town's inhabitants for others' differences. Historically, Splantzia has been the focus of that role in Hania for many centuries.

La chiesa di Agios Nikolaos Splantzi, Chania - Creta, Grecia
The church of Agios Nikolaos in Splantzia, Hania


It was a blessing to have my Mahgreb student with me to hand over, because as in all societies, there are the haves and the not-haves, as well as the lucky and the not-so-lucky, and the two sides rarely meet given that life takes different turns for them: this was a good opportunity for them to do just that. Charity does after all begin in the home.

Easter in the western world is pretty much over for the western world, but Greek Easter is something else, and it seems that the world is taking note of this too. In the reawakening of the modern Greek identity since Greece's troubles were exposed to the world (which is catching up with the ROW, it seems), Greek Easter is regarded even more prominently than it used to be as a form of rebirth. Remember: Christmas in Greece is for children. Easter to Greeks is what Eid is to Muslims. Easter takes on the star role in terms of the festive calendar for people of Greek heritage all over the world, even in the more secular world that Greece has become:
"What is it about this feast that moves even the many atheists and agnostics among us? ... Easter is, above all, a woven cloth of our childhood memories that awaken towards the end of each person's life, bringing with them the mysticism of the candles that burned and blinded our eyes during long-winded family- or school-driven ecclesiastics. Easter still preserves within us the faces of old men who we identified from their chants, women who tried to show that they were more 'religiously correct' than others, the well-dressed and perfectly coiffed genuflectors of the temples. Finally, Easter recalls all the dramatics of our faith, our own ones or our acquaintances'."  http://www.lifo.gr/print/second_thoughts/187208/to-xameno-pasxa
Advice for tourists:
"If you haven’t got a Greek family, you’d be well advised to adopt one for the duration, as tavernas do what they can ... but nothing compares with the home-made version."  https://www.athensinsider.com/holy-week-city/ 
Pluck up some courage and invite yourself in. Smile, show some curiosity, and see what happens.

Happy Easter to all.

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Thursday, 22 March 2018

Dimtris' taxi service

Happy Holidays in Crete, one of the top 5 destinations on Tripadvisor (as at 20 March 2018), behind Paris London Rome and Bali - https://www.tripadvisor.com/TravelersChoice-Destinations-cTop-g1