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The Weekend Neos Kosmos : 06 January 2018
DIGITAL.NEOSKOSMOS.COM THE WEEKEND NEOS KOSMOS | SATURDAY 6 JANUARY 2018 19 FICTION song, just as a traditional Cretan of the old Greece. The door to level 13 opened and she enthusiastically sprung into the room. A lanky boy voiced 19. And the elevator responded. 'Enhancement 19 - proudly funded by the Hellenism Foundation – Epirus Legacy.' And all around him pictures of the men and women of the Epirotic societies played. And in his ears he heard about the creation of the Panepirotic Union in 1991; of their achievements, of their struggles, and of their notable members. He had selected this educational module because of his interest in whole foods but had come to understand a people and their way of life. He had travelled virtually through their geography – through Vikos Gorge, up Zagori Forest and down Arachos River. He had experienced its climate – its rain and its clouds. He had assessed the interplay of climate and geography and how it directed the planting of the seasonal vegetables. He had seen goats milked and tsima fished, milk turned to yoghurt, feta turned to tiropita. He had understood the delicate nature of a food system from seed to kitchen, a system that respected the dignity of human, animal, and soil and the final form this took on a plate. His work was now concluding with a study of the link between food and celebrations. As homework he recreated a dish made by a specific region for Christmas. He had made spargana (Τα σπάργανα του Χριστού), a traditional food of Zagarohoria. The night before Christmas these were made with flour and water on a heated stone or metal. Sprinkled with honey, walnuts and almonds, and then piled, symbolising the covers of Christ in the crib. Overnight they absorbed the honey of those above, remaining fluffy and sweet and ready to be offered to visitors. He was excited by his new knowledge and looked forward to making a legacy food for his family this Christmas. The door of level 19 opened and he enthusiastically sprung into the room. A young girl voiced 23. And the elevator responded. 'Enhancement 23 – proudly funded by the Hellenism Foundation – Zakynthos Legacy'. And all around her pictures of the men and women of the Zakynthos Philanthropic Association played. And in her ears she heard about the creation of the Zakynthos Philanthropic Association; of their achievements, of their struggles, and of their notable members. She had selected this educational module because of her interest in poetry but had come to understand a people and their way of life. She had looked over Cavafy as he drew on his personal experience to write Ithaca, tears in his eyes as he considered what he had passed. She gazed at the sky with Elytis and saw him take inspiration for The Sovereign Sun, his chest full of pride for the trials faced by the Hellenic people. As homework she had assessed categories of love; family, friends, possessions, country. Today she would sit next to Dionysios Solomos and peer out into the Ionian Sea, Ottoman ships guns blazing at resistance fighters in the Peloponnese. She would watch him write verse after verse and she would herself write one stanza to match his own. She was excited by today's class. She looked at the world ready to respond in poem. The door to level 23 opened and she enthusiastically sprung into the room. A young man voiced 64. And the elevator responded. 'Enhancement 64 – proudly funded by the Hellenism Foundation – Ithaca Legacy'. And all around him pictures of the men and women of the Ithacan societies played. And in his ears he heard about the creation of the Ithacan Philanthropic Society in 1916; of their achievements, of their struggles, and of their notable members. He had selected this educational module because of his interest in exploration but had come to understand a people and a way of life. He had been there as Caretta Caretta hatched. Run with them into the water and swum out to sea. He had dived into shallow waters of the Ionian Sea to see long-snouted seahorses, rainbow wrasse, and painted combers. He had dived further and found underwater caves, caverns, and reefs. He had swum into ditched fighter planes and sunken submarines; war machines now at one with the ocean bed. He had looked up to see the fisherman of the past, sailing above him on their boats. As homework he had sought to find the true Cave of the Nymphs; the mythical location where Odysseus was abandoned. He had analysed pictures of multiple sites against the text of Homer in the thirteenth book of The Odyssey. His conclusion was that the lake cave of Melissani was the one. Today he would lead a virtual expedition to this location. If he was correct an authentic visit would follow allowing him to actually dive here. He was excited by today's class. He looked at the world with the sense of adventure and wonder it deserved. The door of level 64 opened and he enthusiastically sprung into the room. The enhancement lessons end and the learners exit the building. They each walk out into the anonymity of existence in this antipodean metropolis. Whether they have family links to Greece they do not know. Possibly long ago. Maybe an ancestor on a grandmother's side or a grandfather's side. But they are glad the Greeks arrived in this country. They are glad the Greeks were proud of their traditions. They are glad the Greeks fought to make clubs, to keep them, and to use them to teach their culture. The Hellenic Foundation has enriched their lives. It had allowed them to understand, see, hear, touch, and taste beauties that they would not otherwise have. It has allowed them to know Greece. They are better people for the Greeks coming to this country. The Greek community made a difference to them. And they thank them. They thank those who came three centuries ago. They remember them and they thank them. This picture is repeated all across Melbourne. In hub after hub people walk back to their HUTs smiling for their new experiences. And so the Hellenic Foundation educates. And so the love for Hellenism grows. And Hellenism shines brightly. It flourishes. It enlightens. And it sows. - 2021 is the 200th anni- versary of Greek independence. What do you believe the Greek community of your city should look like? - 2071 is the 250th anni- versary of Greek independence. What do you believe the Greek community of your city should look like?
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