My home

This is my mountainous village where I originate from, Skiadas. I lived there from the ages of 2 to 4, and 9 to 12. It’s what I consider home. My father’s house can be seen in the picture too. I can’t believe how easily I was able to run through the climbs to reach other houses when I was a kid. If I would try the same thing today I’d probably die of a heart attack mid-way. My 82 year old grand father doesn’t have a problem with the landscape though, he still pushes through like a teenager. Anyways, I miss my home, I’m just mumbling.

Click picture for a larger view. Picture by Kostas Dimeris

From Wikipedia: Skiadas took that name because the ancient Greek God of the dead, Hades, would sometimes come out of his underworld to seek for some daily light (which its supposed entrance is only a few miles away from Skiadas at the nearby Serziana village — that my mother is from). But because he was sensitive to sun light, he preferred to stay near Skiadas where sun doesn’t shine before 11 AM and there’s lots of shadow (because of a high mountain in front of the village). ‘Skiadas’ means “the shadow of Hades” (in Greek: Σκιά του Άδη).

Skiadas is part of the Souli region, a collection of mountainous and hard-to-reach villages that never succumbed to Turks during the 400 years of Turkish occupation (well, not until a Greek traitor showed the Turks a secret passage). Interestingly, my grand-mother on my father’s side had the same surname as that traitor — a shame that we try to not think too much about in my family. 😉


zima wrote on January 10th, 2010 at 5:02 AM PST:

Seems it’s more common in Greece with traitors and secret passages than I thought? 😉

BTW, where do the sheep and goats graze? (you were going to mention sheep and goats, right? ;p ) I don’t see much of a mountain grasslands, quite characteristic for such purpose in many places. They (goats, mostly) really will eat anything?

manolisf (just another Greek guy) wrote on January 10th, 2010 at 5:19 AM PST:

Great view. Sometimes I miss these non-urban places too.

I have heard a lot of stories about people hating a person in a village because his relatives/ or himself had helped the enemy decades ago i.e during the German occupation of Greece. In the beginning I thought it was too much (especially for the relatives). After a second thought, I think it’s a consistent way to show the disregarding to the traitor – “if you do that kind of thing, we’ll hate you AND your family”.

On the other side, we Greeks, tend to forget other important issues. We have Short-tem memory for politicians. The moment a new government/party declares “we shall change!”, we tend to believe them.

ojimenez wrote on January 10th, 2010 at 9:56 AM PST:

In a scene from the movie “The horse whisperer” Robert Redford and Kristin Scott Thomas are sharing a flurtatious horse ride down a gorgeous valley, mountains and streams in the background. Redford, self confident and content replies to Kristin’s ‘Don’t you miss it?’ (Chicago) question:
“No,” he says, “I have everything I need, here”.. and the camera pans out to show the glorious setting…

Perhaps your nostalgia is a longing for that sense of contentment.

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Eugenia wrote on January 10th, 2010 at 11:55 AM PST:

>BTW, where do the sheep and goats graze?

In the mountain, on the top of the village usually, and in some fields where these special trees live, that goats eat. Sheep are mostly in the mountain.

Mr Anonymous wrote on January 10th, 2010 at 1:48 PM PST:

It must be so cool to come from somewhere with a story. People ask me where I come from, and it’s always “A little village – nowhere special”.

I used to have a friend from VietNam, he said he felt a sense of relief moving to Australia, since he no longer felt the weight of all that thousands of years of history and culture sitting on his shoulders… go figure. I guess you always want what you don’t have.

Darrell Icenogle wrote on January 12th, 2010 at 3:05 PM PST:

Maybe it’s the richness of your culture that is reflected in the richness of your observations. As a guy whose ancestry is spread all over the map, to the point of not knowing what percentage of anything I am, whose name was mangled at an indeterminate date at Ellis Island, and whose experience of the globe is mostly limited to the U.S., I have none of that. You think there’s any upside to that? Maybe just that it gives me more enjoyment of the variety of the insight and experience that shows up in your RSS feed. But, sigh, I’m married, and, sigh, you’re married. 🙂

Now I have to type “of laxative” in Captcha. My depression is complete.

varometro wrote on January 13th, 2010 at 7:25 AM PST:

Nice post. It seems that behind the tech guru there is a poet hidden. Bring her up more often. 🙂

P.S. For the non Greek readers: 5.000.000 of the 10.000.000 Greeks still think that the other 5.000.000 are traitors.

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