Trainwreck

On the 28^th of February 2025 there are going to be possibly the largest ever protests everywhere in Greece. Protests many of us are hoping will result in the collapse of the government.

The reason for the protests is the well know Tempi Train Disaster (crime) that happened exactly two years ago on 28^th February 2023.

 

                                   The picture above is of the protest in Syntagma on  26/1/25

Two years later and justice is a long way from being served. It has become blatantly obvious that the government has been trying to cover up and bury the issue, unsuccesfully though.

Why cover it up, is the obvious question.

In the past months we have been inundated with more and more evidence and proof that something seriously wrong happened there and that it goes beyond the mere “mistake” of a local station controller.

I will try my best to piece together a series of events, so that my english speaking friends might better understand why we are where we are.

On the night of 28^th February 2023 a passenger train, the Intercity 62, left Athens for Thessaloniki carrying 352 passengers and staff. At the same time, more or less, a freight train left Thessaloniki for Athens. It was carrying as far as the cargo manifests are concerned, metal sheets, containers, food, and beer.

After a delay in Paleofarsala the Northbound passenger train set off again and in Larissa station it was switched over to the Southbound track by mistake. This put it on a collision course with the Southbound freight train coming the other way. For twelve minutes the trains headed towards each other until the crashed head on just outside the Tempi tunnel. 

 

As the Intercity 62 left Larissa train station there were lights showing red, (meaning danger) but because the system has been out of operation for years they were diregarded.

The controller who switched them over was new on the job, inexperienced, alone, and overworked as there is a lack of staff and he had been on 5 consecutive night shifts. He was also significantly older than  new controllers should be, but had managed to get his job due to a loophole in the rules.

Also, significantly, Greek trains are not runnig the European-mandated system of ETCS, which allows all trains to be monitored in real-time and routed automatically. This system also stops trains when they heading towards each other for example. The Greek train system was supposed to have had this since 2016, then it was postponed to 2020 and finally to the end of 2023, too late. Train staff syndicates had repeatedly warned of impending disaster, but to no avail. So the system was non-operational. There are significant political responsibilities for this, going back more than one government.

When the trains crashed, within seconds a fireball erupted and engulfed the first two train carriages, burning to death nearly all those who had survived the crash with only injuries. The total victims were 57, 23 of which were aged 15-25. It is estimated that 30 0f them died of the ensuing fire.

It is now coming to light, by eye-witness reports and reports from the survivors that the rescue effort was very poorly organised. The ambulances arrived but there were no doctors. Many of the survivors were helped out by other passengers. Police on the site, apparently just stood and watched. Some survivors walked out onto the main highway above the tracks and got lifts by passers by to Thessaloniki, Buses were arranged to take survivors to Thessaloniki, many of them with light injuries but there wre only two ambulances on stand by at the station.

And of course there is the issue of the fireball and ensuing fire. It burned so hot that many bodies were totally charred, meaning the fire potentially reached 1300 degrees Centigrade.

Because the two carriages were on top of each other cranes had to be brought in to lift them. The rescue services did not enter the carriages before they were lifted. Hence the “rescue” effort, or rather collection of remains was not concluded until 3 days later. At this point carriages had already started to be removed to another site.

Meanwhile a Deputy Minister to the PM was already there from the first hours, giving orders, one of which was to remove the topsoil from the area to a depth of up to three meters in some cases and take it away. Within a few days this was not only done but they had then filled the area with rubble and cemented it over.No forensic team checked anything before all this was done. There are many reports from firemen who suffered chemical burns, many also said there was a terrible smell of something between petrol and alcohol, also one of the families whose daughter had ben burnt was given a bag with her shoes in it and they reeked of something chemical.

Soon people started saying that there must have been something on the cargo train that caused the fire.The PM who had taken it upon himself to announce on TV what was going on, came out in an interview and denied any possibillity that something else had contributed to the fire. Instead he insisted it was to do with the cooling oils that the train condensers have in them. He had obviously been badly informed as these silicon based oils are essentially not flammable, one of the reasons they are used.

The parents and relatives of the people lost, got together and asked to have their own forensic experts. They also asked to see the video of the loading of the freight train. But it turned out the video had been scrubbed because two weeks had gone by and no one had asked for it.

During the first couple of weeks after the accident, two people died in apparently unrelated circumastances, one of them the Central train controller for Greece and the other a nearby Station manager.

The regional governor of Thessaly Mr Agorastos who gave the order for the ceenting of the are was sued. In charge of his case was a DA named Sofia Apostolaki. Her 39 yr old son went missing after last Christmas and was found today, dead and in a state of advanced decomposition. Nothing has been said yet about how he died.

Gong back to the fireball, one of the forenic experts working for the families, Mr Kokotsakis has stated that there was definitely some kind of chemical that fuelled the fire, potentially xylol or toluol. It was more than likely being carried illegally as part of some contraband ring.

All the evidence is shouting “Cover-Up”. To make matters worse, when for almost two years they said there was no video, suddenly some video turns up, interestingly two or three days after the PM said in another interview, “he wished some video would turn up to show that nothing suspicious is going on” He also stated in this interview that he only said what he had been told previously. 

At the time of the crash, the Transport Minister Mr Kostas Karamanls, had resigned, but then a few days later he said he was running for MP again and this was accepted by the PM, Mr Mitsotakis. Mr Karamanlis belongs to one of the 4-5 big political families running Greece since before WWII and Mr Mitsotakis could not afford to lose their support. To geve you an idea we have had two Kostas Karamanlis' as Prime ministers already.

The head of Greek Parliament, Mr Tasoulas was also accused of “burying” evidence of wrongdoing and hiding it from the parliamentary enquiry committee. In exchange for his “services” he has now been made the President of Greece, a cushy little retirement job as decorative Head of State.The parlamentary inquiry found nothing of importance to show any responsibility of politicians.

The government lackeys, press and various party officials are all trying their best to discredit the efforts on behalf of the parents and relatives. 

 The above is in my opinion the most striking of the images created in the aftermath of the disaster. It shows the bars of the greek flag disjointed and at weird angles copying the way the train ended up. The meanings run deep.

Head of the Parents and Relatives organisation is Mrs Maria Karystianou who lost her daughter in the crash. She has been working tirelessly to get the Greek Justice system to do the right thing.

She has stated, repeatedly, that she will not stop until everyone responsible is in jail.

You know, in greek society, we often joke about the Greek Mother, and many of you who may have seen Mu big Fat Greek Wedding or Shirley Valentine. Will probalby know what I mean. She is a bit like the Jewish mother and probably most “Ethnic” mothers all over the world.

Greece has a tremendous corruption problem, Since the crisis when the Troika and the IMF enforced cutbacks in state spending, everything that is of any importance, like transport, health and education has been underfunded and consequently understaffed and ill equipped.

But the pockets of the politicians are being lined constantly. Grrece is in need of a big clearout of political rubbish (politicians)

And so it is that a Greek Mother will do this. It falls upon Mrs Karystianou and also the parents of the other kids lost to lead the way in this effort.

I know that Greeks feel very strongly about this situation because family is very important here. There is nothing more sacred than our chidren.

My daughter used to take that train when sh was studying in the area. It makes me feel that this disaster struck very close to home. Something has got to change.

I expect a lot of people to go out on the streets on the 28^th, easily a million. I for one will be defintely there.

UPDATE: 18th Feb 2025. I have decided I will keep adding stuff here as I find it or it comes up. The big picture of this gigantic scandal is constantly evolving, blooming like a giant mushroom cloud. 

A big part of the issue is the privatisation of the trains in Greece. This was doen in a similar way to the UK, they sold the trains themsleves to an Italian owned company called Hellnic Train (and it is the state train company of Italy behind it) and left the tracks and infrastructure to a greek company called ERGOSE. As of last year they were supposed to have 2100 organic positions for staff, organic meaning absolutely essential. They have less than half. So they have been hiring. That is how the station controller who made the terble mistake got his job. And now we are told that the woman responsible for hiring him has been pu in charge of all hiring for the whole organisation!! She is in fact under investigation as she has been officially charged with malpractice for hiring him even though he was over the age limit.    

UPDATE 2 (same day) Hellenic Train is receiving a state subsidy form the Greek government of 60,9 million euros for services rendered during 2023, the  year of the train disaster. People die, but the money keeps flowing.

Mikelis Graseti son of the late Konstantis

 

No one ever spoke about him.

As if he never existed.

History has always taken care, except for the usual things, to spend many hours in front of the mirror removing the bothersome blemishes on her face.

His name is barely mentioned.

"Graseti : Corfiot, collaborator of the atheist French terrorists in Corfu during 1797" 

Young Mikelis was taken in off the streets, by Konstantis Grasetis, a furniture maker in Porta Remounda.

They had no children so he was adopted.

He was home tutored and taken to work with his stepfather.

In 1797 Mikelis Graseti was thirty years old and one of the few young men in Corfu who knew how to read and write.

Upon the arrival of the French Republicans in Corfu he was the first to enlist in the "People's Militia" formed by the French and became the first Jacobin in the Ionian Islands.

He became chairman of the first appointed temporary Municipal Council to exist, which was installed in that most sacrosanct of spaces for the local nobility, the Gallery of Nobles, the Loggia dei Nobili, which is known today as the San Giacomo (Old Town Hall)

In this Municipal Council all members came from the lower/popular classes 

 The Jewish community was represented by five members and as well as disciples of all other faiths.

The first female municipal council member was Marousa Apalira of Andriolos, a twenty year old gipsy girl from Mandouki, where many gipsies had arrived and resided having been exiled by the Catholic Church of Spain.

The idea of a Municipal Council at the time was unimaginable.

Authority was held up to then generally by the Venetians and in everyday life by the armed gangs of the nobles.

This temporary government began to legislate and started by confiscating all the church property, Orthodox as well as Catholic.

The first public and free-of-charge school was founded at St. Francis church.

The first student to enroll was Marousa Apalira.

The first municipal library was created in the church of Holy Mary of Tenedos with books collected by French soldiers.

The first municipal printing press opened in the Annunciata monastery and the first papers were printed as well as decisions of the council in the form of wall newspapers.

The first municipal and free-of-charge Infirmary began to operate (probably) in Agios Ioannis.

These changes were unthought of for the society of those times, so much so, that there is nothing they can be compared to today. Only if someone could see with the eyes of that era, could it be understood.

In essence the foundations of the new bourgeois democracy were being laid by the French revolution which still retained a plebeian character.

These changes created a great shock to the existing feudal society. The nobles gangs started murdering Councillors family members.

In the winter of 1798 all councillors had lost someone from their family.

These brought on a reaction by the Corfiot Jacobins as well as the French republicans. 

In one night the Municipal Council resigned and was replaced by a revolutionary commitee.

The same night they went to the houses of the nobles and collected all the titles and mortgages through which the nobles retained control.

They gathered them in a pile at the spot where Pentofanaro is today and burned them. 

They then arrested members of the most hated noble families and hung them from the arches of the Liston. 

They left the bodies hanging there for days in order to rot. 

The reason was not anger, as anyone might imagine, but something much more important. 

The people of those times did not simply believe the nobles were just rich, but that they were... another species.

The people had to be convinced by seeing with their own eyes that nobles die and rot just the same as everyone else.

 In 1799 The Tsar and the Sultan allied together and sent a fleet to bring back order to the islands.

Admiral Ouzakov and his fleet besieged the French and the Corfiot Jacobins holed up in the Old Fortress and following six months of negotiations with the French government allowed them to get on the ships and leave.

The road towards the collapse of the Feudarchy had been opened however and the political movements of the next period of the Septinsular republic sealed its fate.

Mikelis Grasetis and Marousa Apalira left with the ships. 

Their relatives all killed and their names lost from the island.

I searched and found many "Graseti" surnames along the coasts of the Adriatic, in Italy as well as Croatia.

A few dozen Corfiots and me signed a petition and sent it to the municipal council

We were asking for a monument to be erected at Pentofanaro in memory of the French Republicans and the Corfiot Jacobins.

Everyone said yes, but the petition was never brought to a council meeting.

One line was left in the History books

"Graseti": Corfiot, collaborator of the atheist French terrorists in 1797"

PS

The historical facts about the two year period the French Republicans were here was collected by Panagiotis Peristeris over many arduous years.

Corfu Saturday the 26th of November

Stamatis Kyriakis

PS2 I translated this article from the original Greek, as written by Stamatis. Any mistakes are mine!!

Punch and Judy alla grec!

Last night I went to a Karagiozis show with my son. I watched him as he jumped up and own, happy, taking part, laughing... Shouting to Karagiozis to watch out, to beware the snake, laughing always, enjoying himself...

(For those who don't know Karagiozis, is a "Greek" traditional shadow puppet theater. As his name implies but also as you can see from the video above, he has Turkish roots, (Kara is black in turkish)

The place was the front yard of the National Gallery's Corfu department, but it did not take much to imagine we were in the "plateia" of some village, many years ago...

I confess that in the past I was a little prejudiced against Karagiozi shows, during my childhood I saw it as something "old" and how could it compare to my television and video games, and Star wars and Marvel comics... It probably was that I also had seen a pretty crappy show of it once, so small and I was too far away to make out what was happening...so I didn't care much for it....

Yet, and I guess maturity has a liittle to do with it, it CAN stand up against the giants of my youth's fun... because it is clever and nowadays it is also making an effort to catch up in its thematology.

It set me to thinking...

In the troubled times we were going through (this was written in 2013) Karagiozis seemed to me like a very interesting and lovely point of reference, a symbol.

Before the show we were told a few things about it by one of the players...what stuck most in my mind was that Karagiozis is considered a symbol of the fight against the opressor, against authority

Karagiozis is fighting against the Cursed Snake (sounds like an old school Greek Harry Potter...) he is fighting in any way he can, using even the Super Fart, (this went down REALLY well with the kids,,,)

Karagiozis is crafty, but also a little stupid, he hits his chidren (now how politically incorrect is that!? but bear in mind he is from another era...) But he is essentially good, and a go getter, yet he has shortcomings...Which human doesn't?

Karagiozis is Greek, but he is more Turkish. And he might be a little Chinese too as historically shadow puppets come from the Far East via the Middle or Near East... But as in most things in life, it is not the beggining or the end of a journey that matter. as much as the journey itself.. Karagiozis arrives to us having collected knowledge from various civilisations, but also from life itself...

The life which is that exactly that we have in common between us. all that keeps us apart is truly secondary, but some people are extremely reluctant to accept this.

Aren't we all a little Karagiozis's? (and certainly Greeks and Turks are Karagiozis's, we have much in common...including ridiculously corrupt governments)


Karagiozis is a father.

Karagiozis is human..

Karagiozis is you and me.

I am a Karagiozis. .

And I'm proud od it.




Check out the comments under the video in Youtube, I found it accidentally..

Death of a ladies man (My tribute to Leonard Cohen)

We are reaching the traffic lights, we are a little late for school as usual, had to take some antibiotics, and cope with the kid's renewed interest in dental hygiene...we are reaching the traffic lights, the radio is on, Take this waltz, take this waltz, ay yay yay...the song fades and in comes the presenter with eulogies for the artist, and I'm wondering what's going on, because morning radio shows don't do eulogies, don't even comment on the songs they play...unless... unless... something has happened.

And she ends up on...what can I say, I didn't want to hear, we didn't want to hear?  82 years old, on tour at the beginning of the year, 82 years old, a full life, 82 years old, a new album recently, 82 years old, two years older than my mother, 82 years old, this voice will never die.

Fuck. I'm crying.

I'm crying for a man I never knew, yet he was with me at every diffiult moment...

I remember the first song of his I heard. I must have been 13 or 14 and there was a series of compilation albums called "80s Rock Volume" or something like that and it was this one

One guitar, one voice, a voice at war. I don't think I understood so much about what he was talking about, being in the throes of my puberty at the time, but the music, the feeling, spoke straight to my soul... even the French I could not understand...

But we Greeks have a history of listening to songs we maybe don't understand so well... hahaha...but yet they touch us and we love them...

So this is how my relationship with the voice of Leonard Cohen begun.

A couple of years later, someone gave me a bunch of LPs they did not want anymore. Amongst them where two albums of his. I immediately picked this one out...

"Avalanche" touched and reverberated on every one of my inner strings... In my troubled and lonely teenage years, this music electrified and amplified my feelings... and became the first of a series of dark songs that would follow me through life.

"the crumbs of love that you offer me,
are the crumbs I've left behind,
your pain is no credential here,
it's just the shadow of my wound..."

And in this way I fell in love with darkness, and the sometimes dark people who passed through my life...

A year later, he brought out another album, and I thus found out that the "songsmith" was still "songsmithing" away... with songs like this one.



Then came "I'm your Man" ... Cohen never stopped talking to our inner selves, with songs that may have been a little more "pop"? although who can judge?  Here from a recent live show...



I could sit here all day and put one song after another, all the songs we loved....

But I will say "good evening" and sign off with a cover of Cohen's "Hallelujah", by an artist who left us all too soon...



Here is a little "esoterica" on the song... It has been covered by very many artists. Once John Cale was preparing to do it, and he called Leonard to ask for the lyrics. He got back a 15 page fax. He called him back to say "what the hell?" And Leonard said, "that's the whole poem...just pick out the ones you want..."

People depart, the songs remains. Who can say that their souls do not live on through the songs?
Leonard Cohen and all the Greats like him live on inside us, and will continue to live inside every person who is touched by their music in the future.

May they be sweetly remembered for making our lives more beautiful....for being there when they were needed...


Note form today 7th Nov 2019

This article was first written and published by me in Greek on the 11th of November 2016, 4 days after Leonard died. Today 3 years later we remeber him and I thought I would translate it and add a little more... so here is one of his poems. for he was a great poet...

Quiet Hours

Stick "'Ωρες κοινής ησυχίας" into Google translate and what you get is the title of this article.

Recently the police amended the law slightly, that is changed the hour, bringing of course the whole issue into a temporary media spotlight, which has resulted in a great many and varying reactions...

I won't go into the reactions of the usual greek yobs who consider themselves above any kind of law or rule or even basic politeness... They reacted in their usual way...

I have seen a number of reactions from people I know, mainly foreigners who just didn't plain know there was any such thing! So I thought I 'd write a little something about it.

Growing up in the 70s here in Greece, I would see my father come back from work every afternoon, we would have lunch and he would promptly retire to the living room where he might read a paper and fall asleep or just fall asleep... During this time we would have to be quiet...  but in any case we knew as it was something we grew up with that the hours between 2 and 5 were to be quiet hours and respected.

If someone where to be noisy duting these hours, and I mean for example a loud party, or radio blaring, it would not be unusual for someone to go out on the balcony and give them a piece of his mind, or even worse, call the police...

I thought I d look up the law and see when or how it started. The most recent one is not exactly a law, but what is called an "Astynomiki Diataxi"  essentially a Police Order as the police have been given the right to legislate and regulate on such matters since at least 1984. And in the 1984 law there is reference to "quiet hours" so the idea preexisted...

But what does the law say?

Well here it is translated and in synopsis...

According to the Police Order 3 of 1996, the Afternoon and Nighttime Quiet Hours are the following:

• During the summer period from 15:00 to 17:30 and from  23:00 to 07:00.
• During the winter period from 15:30 to 17:30 and from 22:00 to 07:30.
• Summer period is taken to be from the 1st of April to the 30th of September.
• Winter period is taken to be from the 1st of October to the 31st of March

Those found in contempt of the law may be indicted to the level of misdemeanor..

Specifically:

Article 1. - Afternnon and Night Quiet Hours. Prohibitions

1.just repeats the hours stated above

2. just repeats clarification of summer and winter periods

3. During these hours the folowing is prohibited:

α.Any kind of work that creates noise. Only in extreme cases when there can be no alternative may work go ahead as long as special permission has been had from the Police chief and especially  if this work is for the common good... 

β. Use of any musical instrument or radio, tape recorder or television at high volume, shouting, noisy dancing and any other kind of noisy event in houses or other private areas

γ. Singing, shouting or use of musical instruments, operation of radios, tape recorders and television on the streets, squares, and public spaces in general, as well as within public transport.

δ. Playing raucous games at the kafeneion, bowling alleys or other public areas, as well as the shouting or conversation at high tones by the habituees of these places.

ε. Loud conversations and arguments at stations, (bus, TAXI or otherwise) loading or unloading of merchandise on or off trucks in a noisy manner, as well as noisy runniing of a vehicle's engine while it is parked.

στ. Use of sirens or other sound instruments or security systems, without reason, as well as testing them.

Article 2. - General prohibitions and obligations

1. It is prohibited at all hours of the day:

α. To play football or other such games on the street, the squares and other public spaces, that is noisy.

β. Crying out by vendors and other outdoor professionals, in order to advertise their wares or profession, as well as use of louspeakers or other sound instruments for the same reason.

γ. Crying out by managers and/or employess of merchant shops or professionals, in order to attract custom with shouting and invocations. When such infractions are commited by employees, the managers shall be considered jointly responsible.

2. Owners or managers of factories, workshops, public centers and other such businesses, are obliged to minimise as much as possible the sounds that are generated by their premises, by the use of any means, such as soundinsulation. The same obligation applies to home owners when their heating or airconditioning or other machinery is too noisy, thus bothering their neighbours..

3. Owners of pets and birds must take all  possible measures in order from their pets not to bother with noisy behaviour..

4. Those responsible for the installation and operation of security systems are obliged to make sure measures are taken to prevent their unneeded operation.

Articles 3 and 4  go on to regulate times and way of operation of theatres, bars, cinemas as regards noise hours and musical instrument use in cafes etc (prohibited) Night clubs are exempt.

I thought it was quite funny and in a way poignant (if that is the right word) So I translated it...

Of course now that I've come round yo posting it is not exactly current news, but I'm sure it can still give you a little smile...

Journeys of thought

Prologue
I've been writing since I went to school. Putting letters in sequence, to make words, stringing words along to make a sentence, adding another one and another one, in a continuous effort to make some sense. I'll be 50 this year and it was only a few years ago when someone quite close me, who was trying to help me, remarked that it seemed to him like my writing was my way of thinking.

I am a disorganised person. Constantly trying to be organised, maybe even achieving the impression of being organised, disorganised nonetheless.

Writing is my way of organising my thoughts. In fact, not even that, writing IS my thoughts. More often than not, what you read is the process of thinking about something. Of course not every piece of writing is the same, some are simple presentations of a simple thought or a memory, a series of memories even. Other times it may be more convoluted, and often it is these difficult ones that end up in my evergrowing backlog of unfinished articles...essentially unfinished thoughts.

Sometimes a phrase will stick in my mind, wanting to be put down on "paper" or rather "screen" or "bytes"... As often as not I will not get the opportunity and the thought will fly away just as quickly as it arrived.

I like to believe I am offering something. An insight maybe to the way of life, the history of my country, my thoughts, my feelings. I hope that these may be of some value. In the past I have written of things that hurt me, of difficult moments, of trials in life, and because really these experiences are not all that different to every other human being's, maybe an insight might be helpful to someone, someday, somewhere...

Today's thought is this:
I  don't like Americans.
Growing up in Greece in the 70's and 80's it was not difficult for something like this to happen. Fresh out of a collapsed military regime that was fully backed by the US, and with a Left that was still reeling from the serious persecution, torture and deaths at the hands of the junta's torturers and miltary police, who got their training, backing and blessings from the US (and the British too but that's another story) anti-American sentiment ran quite high. I remember as a child in the breaks at school we would sing between us little rhymes, like for example NATO kai CIA , prodosia... (Nato and the CIA equals treason) and other such kindergarten rhymes...

We also saw a lot of it written on the walls. As the right wing political regime (I will not call it a democracy for it was no such thing...)  that replaced the Junta, gradually lost it's majority at the elections, so did PASOK and Andreas used this anti-American sentiment to rally the Left around his so called socialist party (another joke) and win the election.

My parents had an American friend I remember. He was an officer on a 6th fleet Navy ship, maybe an aircraft carrier or something, or maybe I am completely wrong but I remember hanging out with him and his family, As a non-native speaker of English I have this stupid habit of picking up other people's accents. Very soon I was saying, something like warrah, for water, and other such americanisms much to my Mum's horror.

Yet at the same time as we (or some of us) disliked the Americans, we loved their music, their rock'n'roll, their films, the stuff they produced. Their Levi's jeans, their Timberland shoes, their Harleys, their Woodstock and Jimi Hendrix, their Lynyrd Skynyrd...

My dislike of Americans stayed with me until I read a couple of books by Bill Bryson, that gave me an insight into life there. Somehow through his books America became a place I would like to visit, and Americans a somewhat eccentric but interesting lot. On the other hand there was the Vietnam war which I had just read about and did not give me a good impression of the attitude that is so "U.S.", and other things like how the Native American Indians were mistreated, taken advantage of, and killed off.

And of course the everpresent American State, the CIA, and all those covert operations etc. that we read about, the men in black...

It wasn't easy to like them.

I also  met a few Americans of my own.

One of the first was Tristram, the surfer dude. He was (still is) this lovely hunk of a man, tall, tanned, no-bronzed!- blond, blue eyes, larger than life. He makes the meanest Margueritas, talks like a surfer dude!! He is the real deal... It is impossible not to like him. He is such an icon of that all-American California dream guy, and he is...exactly that. Real. He still is, albeit with kids and maybe a little loose around the belly, but only a little... I mean he owns a sailing boat built by his father and runs a surfshop in California... and still skates around on a longskateboard!!

Then there is Matt. (He's going to be reading this so I better watch it...) Matt  is a New Yorker. I 'm pretty sure his mum is Jewish and she is a shrink that organises group therapy sessions via telephone partylines! He is eccentric. Went through a phase of walking a lot, and smoking, not a good sign in Corfu...hahaha!! And very talented. And educated, and a thinking man. And a wonderful singer and guitar player. In fact I used to be in this band not exactly with him but we used to do gigs together and shared a bassplayer, drummer and rhythm guitarist. He is also an Elvis Costello fan and to this day if I listen to "Watching the detectives" it is his voice I hear in my head. He escaped the island and hopefully the stircraziness that goes with the island mentality... He is another classic, and entirely lovable American... The New Yorker!!

There was one American I met , who I may have found interesting as a person and attitude, but thoroughly disagreed with (the attitude especially) and to be honest he did nothing to change this inherent dislike I had. He shall remain unnamed... Although some of you will probably recognise him from the decription. He was of Greek origin but grew up there. One of a number of children exported for adoption from Greece to the States. I think he was a Republican, and a firm believer in the All-American dream... It would have been round about the time they had invaded yet another Middle Eastern country and when I told him I thought this was wrong, he told me no it was right because somebody had to do something about this dictator who had weapons of mass destruction, and that the good ole US of A where the worlds designated police and peacekeeping force and rightfully so!! It was expected of them!! He also hated the Left, and often gave me an impression of an almost McCarthyist like anti-communism... A true kid of the Cold War... I seem to remember he had some connection with the Armed Forces and I would not be surprised if he was some kind of spy or intelligence officer. If I remember well he was a Russ Limbaugh fan too. Do you know Russ Limbaugh?

... (long break of a few weeks... another unfinished thought...)

A little PS here to the above, before I continue... on to other thoughts

I have no pet hate against Americans. What I don't like about America is that in a certain way America leads the way in today's world...but unfortunately it is leading the way into a very uncertain (and in my opinion wrong) future...

Consumerism, lives that revolve around the acquisition of material goods, the TV celebrity mentality, people who only care about the latest "Survivor" reality show, brought up on sitcoms and tv dinners...

Uneducated people who don't know anything about other countries in the world, people who vote for someone like Trump, and not only, but people who idolise his kind... and people like this exist here too.

This is what America has given the world. This is what America is selling to the world. And unfortunately this is what most of the world is buying...

You know, in Greek there is an interesting insult, they say "pos eisai etsi? Amerikanaki eisai?" implying someone who is naive, loves the american way of life, the whole consumer/mcdonalds/starbucks thing... Once upon a time it had a weight as an insult, nowadays, most young Greeks are so, so it does not get used much...

and on to other thoughts...

I've been reading this very interesting (to me) book written by Michal Palin, that lovable "Python"... It is called New Europe and was written to complement his travel documentary tv series of the same name. The book and the series are about his travels through what he calls the New Europe, the countries that were behind the Iron Curtain once.

I have written in the past about one of the deepest issues in greek politics, the deep historical rift between the Right and the Left. And reading through Palin's book, it becomes immediately obvious that in almost every country there is a similar situation. After WW2 the world was divided into spheres of influence, the leaders of the winning side, splitting up the world...

Capitalism vs Communism, Right vs Left, call it what you like, they have both failed. Reading through Palin's book, in most places where there was communist rule, and now there isn't, the old age pensioners are suffering, and reminisce in many cases about the good old days, when they were better taken care of. Different countries, but the message is more or less the same, "we had less freedom, but we had more food on the table, we had something..." In every country you see more or less the same, a loss of the middle class, a bigger division between the increasingly rich and the increasingly poor...

We really need a new direction. The old Left-Right thing is, for me a thing of the past, which refuses to let go. And don't even think about aking "what about the Center?" In Greece the center is now non-existent. (come to think of it so is the left...) I think the Center was always just an easy option for those who didn't want to make up their minds and preffered to stand in the middle ready to go either way, depending on the way things were shaping up...opprtunists really.

Yes. The more I think of it the only way is up. Somehow mankind, the human race, we need to rise above our present lowly, greedy, selfish ways, to somewhere above. Somewhere where we can maybe make do with less, at least on the face of it, but where we stand to gain much, much more, of the things that are really important in life.

Eventually you grow up and realise, that the important things are not power or what you have, but love and care for yourself, for your family, for the people around you, in ever extending ripples, ripples of caring and goodness extending out from each one of us and from every good deed that we do.

Love can never be capitalist or communist, left or right, or even Muslim or Christian...

wake up world...   rise above... there is a better way.

Papapete

Writing about difficult things

I dream of writing a book one day. But it is a kind of far off dream... As most writers I think I would like to write a story. About some guy and his interesting life, and all the women in it. I've had a few false starts, an intial draft maybe of a first chapter, but that is as far as I have got. One of my stumbling blocks is that I tend to immediately think of myself as the "hero", which makes it difficult for me to escape certain autobiographical parts in the plot. If not all. And that won't do...

Of course I have my articles, for want of another description, which are mostly thoughts, feelings, observations on life, politics, the world, they way we think and behave, what we do, why...

Reading back through some of my articles I realise that not only are they some kind of thought organisation, but in many cases they can be a glimpse into the actual process of thought itself.

Once upon a time when people had problems, mainly marital or emotional or even existential, they would go to the local parish, meet the priest, holy man, shaman, vicar or mufti and talk about it with him. Religion played a big part in calming people down, giving them a reason for all their woes, a pacifier of kinds.

In our times and in the developed western world, in many cases the role once played by the representatives of God (or Allah, or whoever...) is now played by therapists. In fact I think Alain de Botton, the noted modern philosopher once said that there should be a therapist in every neighborhood, and it should be compulsory for people to visit them every two weeks or so, especially couples, who could be trained and given exercises in coping with one another... and not breaking up!!

As some of my "constant readers" may know or may have noticed, the issue of divorce is one that has troubled me for a while. and when I say "troubled" I mean it in both ways!... I've been through two of my own, and before that my parents too.

And of course when I hang out with divorced friends often conversation revolves around the issue, sharing experiences, advice etc...

Bringing up children in a "divorce" environment is a particularly prickly issue. Let's face it bringing up children is difficult as it is, let alone in a divorce situation, and even more so if it is a messy one.

Unfortunately more often than not, the parents, supposed to be adults, behave in a very immature way, lumbering their kids with extr baggage to sort out later in life... It is bad enough going through adolescence and puberty what with all the hormones raging, you don't need your parents raging too!!!

I had this thought recently about writing a guide for kids. How to understand all the idiotic things your parents do, say, the way they behave...

When parents split up, inevitably there is some conflict, enmity, bad feeling in the air. There is a very popular saying that you don't know who you were married to until you have to break up with them.

It is so true.

Imagine how difficult it must be for the kids to understand why the people they knew to be a unit "the parents" , the "family unit", suddenly become two enemies, seemingly hating each other, nothing in common, in the worst cases using the kids as a weapon or a shield between them...

I toyed with the idea of writing a little funny guide on parents behaviour post-divorce.

Say for example a dad who now sees his ex with someone else, the new person in his kid's life, who cannot accept that he was inadequate as a husband and prefers to lay the blame on the new man who took his woman away...

He won't miss a chance to show he despises him , hating even a mention of the "other's" name, hating the car he drives, cringing when his kid accidentally calls him with the "other's" name.

How do you explain this to a kid without him getting the wrong idea? Your dad hates my guts because he thinks I took your mother away from him. He thinks I ruined your family, I came between him and her...

How do you explain to a child that affairs of the heart tend to draw out the immature in us, how egos that are traumatised react so badly, so unfairly. How do you explain without making the other party seem unfair, immature or childish?

Somehow I think it can't be done. If you have the balls to try and do the best, you take in your stride and hope that one day they will understand.

To try and explain while a child is still that, a Child, is to risk greater misunderstandings...

In a parallel to my problem of writing some kind of fiction that would be way too autobiographical to write without hurting others feelings, so it would be with my "Guide to Divorce for kids".

Can't be done.

I think you just have to do the best you can and hope they get a good enough job to afford the therapy later on in life... and to find a good therapist too!!