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Paradise Forgone!

Paradise Forgone!

01.06.2016 Nikos has lost his kafeneo. Never asking a single customer to pay their bill, drinking through his own stock night after night…it seems these weren’t great business ideas. The warped, faded, rose-coloured doors have now been bolted. The bar is dead. Nikos has found work in Hector’s old bakery. He works with small Nikos […]

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Ο Μπελογιάννης και το ελληνικό χωριό

Ο Μπελογιάννης και το ελληνικό χωριό

Ο αστυνομικός γύρισε προς τον συνάδελφό του. Είχε μια έκφραση ανησυχίας. «Πραγματικά χάσαμε τον έλεγχο, έτσι δεν είναι, Γιάννη;» Ο Γιάννης με μία ταλαιπωρημένη στολή αστυνομικού κοίταξε τα πλήθη που βρίσκονταν πάνω στα πεζοδρόμια, κυκλώνοντας τον πρωθυπουργό της Ελλάδας, στριμώχνοντάς τον, ακουμπώντας τον, σπρώχνοντάς τον προς τον δρόμο. «Ναι… Νομίζω ότι μάλλον τον χάσαμε…» Ο […]

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Belogiannis and the Greek Village

Belogiannis and the Greek Village

The first policeman turned to his colleague. He wore a worried expression. “We’ve really lost this, haven’t we Gianni?” Giannis in his shabby policeman’s uniform looked round at the crowds spilling over the pavements, crowding round the Prime Minister of Greece, pushing at him, manhandling him, jostling him along the street. “Yes…” he squinted. “I […]

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Messenia, Mani & Maleas

Messenia, Mani & Maleas

Every slipped step set off a landslide of stones backwards, cascading down the slope behind us. We were unsteadily climbing the Taygetos mountain range in the Mani. The bare, empty, views here – whichever way we looked – trembled in the heat. Just the one lone, loyal, tree remained on the mountain side. This mountain […]

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To The End

To The End

One train an hour. The small train station in Beccles has one train an hour. We want to run down the plump buttock of Britain, down the East Anglian coast through to south Suffolk. The trains aren’t helping us though. Giristroula and I pad about this small station, strong sunshine beating over the old fashioned […]

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To Lincoln And Norfolk

To Lincoln And Norfolk

Lincolnshire had slid past as we cycled. The view had been endless over the green sea-flat land, the whole of the county seemed pretty much just three quarters sky. We now descended the Lindum Road, the old Roman road that if we stayed on it long enough would take us down Nero’s old route through […]

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Italy – The Promised Land

Italy – The Promised Land

There was always this red book. Growing up, above the tv, in the shelves, sat amongst the ‘Home Doctor’ manuals and the cheap ‘Collected Brontë’ omnibuses, there was always this one red book; faded cover, gold embossed writing on the outside: ‘The Promised Land’. I don’t know why it didn’t intrigue me more at the […]

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To Hull

To Hull

I wait behind an old fashioned, green painted, heavy iron British Rail gate. Craning my neck as the just-arrived Hull Train from Kings Cross snorts a few engine noises and a sort of cut-price crowd file along down the platform towards me. I’m stood in front of the Royal Station Hotel on a Friday evening. […]

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Crete

Crete

Rethymno Days   We landed at Heraklion sometime in early April. The ferry gliding in, like a vast white sea bird, to rest next to the red-brick arches of the city’s Venetian arsenal. But we left straightaway for Rethymno, 80 kilometers to the west. Heraklion’s charms – and its shabbiness – would have to be […]

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Athens

Athens

  I’ve come to show you the Street of Dreams It doesn’t stand out; it’s just a street like all the others of Athens It is the street where we live Small, insignificant, sad, tyrannical, and yet infinitely kind There is a lot of dirt, a lot of children, a lot of mothers, a lot […]

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