Φίλος από τη Γαλλία αντίγραψε και μου έστειλε με e-mail ένα άρθρο με τον παραπάνω τίτλο. Όπως μου είπε το βρήκε ως σχόλιο αναγνώστη στην αγγλόφωνη ηλεκτρονική έκδοση της Καθημερινής (http://www.ekathimerini.com/). Το άρθρο είχε την υπογραφή: Danny Kyriazopoulos. Το έψαξα πρόχειρα αλλά δεν μπόρεσα να το εντοπίσω. Αλλά αυτό δεν έχει και τόση σημασία. Το κείμενο με συγκίνησε. Ο Γάλλος φίλος το είχε αντιγράψει «copy-paste». Το ίδιο κάνω και εγώ παρακάτω, χωρίς περαιτέρω σχόλια. Ακολουθεί:
I am Greek-born and raised in Sydney, Australia, but now live in Chicago, USA. (I married a Greek American lady).
Ever since moving here I have kept in touch with events happening in Greece. Political, Sport etc. And let me say how disgusted I am and how ashamed at times that I am Greek. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that I would ever say it. Having visited Greece many times, since all my family is virtually in Greece, last year when I was there I was not Greek. I did not feel Greek in any way. Yes I speak, read and write Greek, yes I have tattooed the Greek flag with ‘Eleftheria h Thanatos’ written underneath, but I didn’t feel Greek.
Greece's spirit has vanished! Greece in my eyes doesn't exist anymore. I'm sorry but it doesn't. Walking through Omonia and Monastiraki I can see how dilapitated the place has become. Illegal immigrants everywhere taking advantage of a Government concerned for their own personal gain.
Many years ago when I was in Greece as a young child, everywhere I would go everyone was Greek, with the exception of a few. The villages were free to roam around at night. People would leave their doors open without a care in the world. Now even the chicken coups are fortified!
Greek culture, language and religion is hemorrhaging at such a rate that all these values that we cherish will vanish into history.
Gone is the memory of Theodoros Kolokotronis, Papaflessas, Tzavelas and Athanasios Diakos. These are the people who spilt blood to free Greece from Ottoman rule and to free Greece from Greece itself.
Next to the Old Parliament House there is a statue of Kolokotronis and some graffiti written under it. And the words that were placed there struck me. Someone had written «Gero voithia». Which translates into «Old man, help»!
Υ.Γ. Πελοποννήσιου:
Θυμάμαι και εγώ, το καλοκαίρι του 2010, το γράφιτι «Γέρο βοήθεια» στο άγαλμα του Κολοκοτρώνη στη Σταδίου.
Πατριώτη Κυριαζόπουλε, βάστα τώρα στα δύσκολα.
I am Greek-born and raised in Sydney, Australia, but now live in Chicago, USA. (I married a Greek American lady).
Ever since moving here I have kept in touch with events happening in Greece. Political, Sport etc. And let me say how disgusted I am and how ashamed at times that I am Greek. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that I would ever say it. Having visited Greece many times, since all my family is virtually in Greece, last year when I was there I was not Greek. I did not feel Greek in any way. Yes I speak, read and write Greek, yes I have tattooed the Greek flag with ‘Eleftheria h Thanatos’ written underneath, but I didn’t feel Greek.
Greece's spirit has vanished! Greece in my eyes doesn't exist anymore. I'm sorry but it doesn't. Walking through Omonia and Monastiraki I can see how dilapitated the place has become. Illegal immigrants everywhere taking advantage of a Government concerned for their own personal gain.
Many years ago when I was in Greece as a young child, everywhere I would go everyone was Greek, with the exception of a few. The villages were free to roam around at night. People would leave their doors open without a care in the world. Now even the chicken coups are fortified!
Greek culture, language and religion is hemorrhaging at such a rate that all these values that we cherish will vanish into history.
Gone is the memory of Theodoros Kolokotronis, Papaflessas, Tzavelas and Athanasios Diakos. These are the people who spilt blood to free Greece from Ottoman rule and to free Greece from Greece itself.
Next to the Old Parliament House there is a statue of Kolokotronis and some graffiti written under it. And the words that were placed there struck me. Someone had written «Gero voithia». Which translates into «Old man, help»!
Υ.Γ. Πελοποννήσιου:
Θυμάμαι και εγώ, το καλοκαίρι του 2010, το γράφιτι «Γέρο βοήθεια» στο άγαλμα του Κολοκοτρώνη στη Σταδίου.
Πατριώτη Κυριαζόπουλε, βάστα τώρα στα δύσκολα.
