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When there are so many treasures in Greece, like
this bronze statue of the sea-god Poseidon throwing a trident. It was made
around 450 BC and was found in the sea off Cape Sounion, near Athens.
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Or when there is Athens, described by the poet
Pindar in these words: "O shining white and famed in song and violet-wreathed,
fortress of Hellas, glorious Athens, city of God".
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Or even a foamy beach near Paphos on the
southern coast of Cyprus where Aphrodite came ashore. This marble Aphrodite
with a dolphin, 3rd century BC, can be seen in the Museo Nazionale
Romano, Rome.
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Why Santorini of all places?
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An island in the Cyclades,
full
of wonder and mystery, the
beauty of its location unsurpassed
in Greece.
Black beaches, smouldering
volcanoes, spectacular vistas,
historically of great importance,
and once known as "Calliste",
the most beautiful. |
| Picture this.
. . a beautiful island
where you can forget everyday cares, where you have to wonder at the wizardry
of nature, enjoy stunning views over the caldera (an enlarged volcanic
crater caused by the collapse of the cone), bathe in the bluest of seas.
Sixteen years ago I met a young Greek poet, Yiannis, on the black volcanic
sands of Perissa Beach. He gave me this poem.
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SANTORINI
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Nothing is altogether lost,
Neither the silent pain of
stars
Nor the ancient world of wisdom.
Under the rippling and deceiving
surface
Naked and pure, the human spirit
Follows the unseen,
That beckons our shadows
Into the first fresh gladness
of awakening.
by Yiannis
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| (The island gave
me the inspiration to write. If you have to learn a new skill, you might
as well enjoy it. The story about the Greek island makes life more interesting
while you learn about books and publishing.) |
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Read this quote from
an article by the journalist Keith Botsford. If you'd like to read the
entire article, you can download it free from the link below.
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| The Lost World of
Atlantis |
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in the morning, looking out over the perfect water, the wind blowing at
the mist on the heights (this was June), the water exactly as Homer described
it, truly wine-dark, impossible not to think of one of mankind's earliest
and most persistent myths: paradise lost. For Christianity, it is the Garden
of Eden, and for the Egyptians and Greeks, the Happy Isle, the lost civilisation
of Atlantis, and on Santorini – or Thira, to give it its older name – it
is easy to imagine, some hundreds of fathoms beneath the cruise ships and
the eager tourists, the drowned temples and houses of a great Minoan culture.
That contact with what is lost is alone worth the voyage,
for progress is very much a recent notion, and for most of our history
we reflected more on what we had lost than on what we might gain; the past
was superior to the present; there was ever a golden age, and it always
preceded our present corrupt times. |
Fresco of the boxing children
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Fresco of the fisherman
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was right. Nothing is altogether lost. |
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