Sometimes I realize that it is not a coincidence that archipelagos as such, live vividly in me. I was born among all those islands and have never left them since. I got back to Stockholm for a few days and on the plane for landing, I saw the huge white ferries /they really are big/ en route from Finland to Sweden and the incredibly numerous amount of islands between the countries. Islands in the blood...
Sunday, May 27, 2012
So peaceful there, in the village of Eftalou. And such nice hospitality by the whole family. I will ask Eric to cut a name plate for the house in olive wood. He knows all about that. Working with the material that is so Lesvian as can be. Fascinating with all varieties of olive wood, all depending on altitude and temperature. More to teach me, Eric...
|A CUP OF TEA, THE GREEK WAY|
Friday, May 25, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Saturday, May 19, 2012
I have started never to take anything for granted. So many things on this island have very strong spiritual connotations, not just to me. Friends from everywhere keep telling me about their experiences. This morning the sun returned. At the crack of dawn. Goose bumps. Never ever, no matter a person's age, is a morning to be taken for granted.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Not those by Hemingway. But plenty of sun quickly changing into heavy rain, thunder and lightning. To be replaced by sunshine again, allowing me to Power Walk up "Killer's Hill". Barely making it back before the rain is there again. Springtime in Lesvos. Constant dramas....
|"KILLER'S HILL" IN BETWEEN|
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
It was an unforgettable night. OK, you are a sport's fan. And it was not Greece that played and Olimpiakós does not represent the whole country and the politicians in Athens will not come to a better sense, but so what! In times of confusion and anxiety, many Greeks could celebrate last night and on me, it made a tremendous imprint.
I was with a super Olimpiakós fan and friend, Antónis Mallis of Taverna Alónia
and with many people from the village. Most of them dropped in after a long day of work.
19 points down against CSKA Moscow in the final of The Final 4 and with less than 10 minutes to go, a win-win 2 pointer in the last few seconds, after an incredibly ingenious pass from Spanoúlis, turned the evening into pure firework of hugs and kisses and more hugs and more kisses, and floods of tears from the players over there in Konstatinópouli. Blowing horns from passing cars and motor bikes and joy is always OK. This victory certainly did not have any impact on how the world go round, but it created a very friendly environment for an evening of the best of Greek fighting spirit.....
Friday, May 11, 2012
You might get the whole of Molivos Animal Welfare Society on your back, Torsten! And all Bird Watchers Associations. I mean, you really love animals. You like birds. You are a dog man, basically. Like cats as well and donkeys. Donkeys are fantastic. They always keep staring at you as if you were one of them...
But your relation to pigeons is a very vulnerable one. To say the least. They are pretty to look at. But you hate them. They wake you up in the morning, they keep you away from an afternoon nap and they are noisy the whole day. With all the telephone poles and those for electricity surrounding this house, you cannot get away from them. No matter how you try. You have their sounds ringing in your ears the whole day. And they keep shitting on the terrace, right? Even if you got a nice picture of the most obstinate one, you should just get yourself a slingshot, to commence a diálogo.....