Three quarters of a century ago today, Greece rejected a fascist ultimatum demanding the occupation of our territory. We are supposedly celebrated for not only having created Democracy, but for protecting it from all Goliaths who suppress the peoples of the world.
is not yours.
You shed no light
on how to rise.
Our way home
the proud Hellenes
and mostly the
Eleni Vakaki, daughter of Georgios, the younger lady, and the older one, Antonia Vakaki, wife of Demetrios. Historic photograph, taken in front of Nikos Kazantzakis and more members of the Committee for the Ascertainment of Atrocities, of two of my many fellow Cretans who defended their freedom in the unprecedented Battle of Crete in 1941, the first battle where Fallschirmjäger, German paratroops, were used en masse, the first mainly airborne invasion in military history, the first time the Allies made significant use of intelligence from the deciphered German Enigma code, and the first time German troops encountered mass resistance from a civilian population, although our heroic Crete had been disarmed by dictator Metaxas.
Heroes sure do fight like the Greeks, Mr. Churchill, and, dear invisible puppeteers, the fact that you got us all locked up and deprived in cages now with your misanthropic war being largely financial, does not shed any less blood, does not leave any less of our beloved descendants unborn, does not make us any less consciously heroic. No souls are ever for sale, not ours, not anyone’s we love, and we are not afraid of your darkness because we hold everyone in Light, the whole world fits in our arms and we, we as individuals away from your fancy organizations, fiercely defend every soul’s freedom to be who they have come here to be, each saving us all in magically unique ways. You cannot stop humanity from feeling divinity within. We are united in our hearts and no one is ever alone. No one ever belongs to you. OXI.