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Our Christmas tree in Birmingham
In Athens in 2008 the Municipal Christmas tree had rubbish thrown at it and was set on fire.
This year the City has not put up a Christmas tree and has cut back spending on other decorations; instead there is a sailing ship* in lights; in Greece more a symbol of Christmas than a tree.

Syntagma Square Πλατεία Συντάγματος ~ Χριστούγεννα Christmas 2013

Volunteers for Doctors of the World - Médecins du Monde  -  have made made a Christmas tree out of milk cartons by the University of Athens.

Around Keratsini near Piraeus, a band of activist technicians is illegally re-connecting the power supply of people, who after losing their electricity supply have been relying on oil lamps, and for cooking and warmth, propane gas.
In some richer suburbs,  Filothei and Paleo Psychiko if not Kifissia or Ekali, hanging on are the ravaged middle classes, ashamed of their plight; their investments turned into costs, their assets into liabilities. Back from tree-lined streets and unkempt back gardens, stand detached houses with closed shutters, lights-off, empty garages - discrete desperation.
Kifissia
Our daughter and her cousins at the Pentelikon in Kifissia in 1997
*St. Nicholas is important in Greece as the patron saint of sailors...clothes drenched with brine, his beard drips with seawater, his face covered with perspiration because he has been working hard against the waves to rescue sailors. Christmas ranks second to Easter among holidays....On Christmas Eve, village children travel from house to house offering good wishes and singing kalends καλέντα, carols... accompanied by small metal triangles and little clay drums. The children get sweets and dried fruits as gifts. On almost every table are loaves of Christopsomo Χριστόψωμο ("Christ Bread");  large sweet loaves engraved and decorated to reflect a family's profession. Christmas trees are not commonly used in Greece. The main symbol of the season is a sprig of basil wrapping a wooden cross. A family member dips the cross and basil into holy water and uses it to sprinkle water in each room of the house to keep away the Killantzaroi Καλικάντζαρος, goblins and sprites who appear during the 12-days between Christmas to Epiphany on January 6. The Killantzaroi extinguish fires, ride astride people's backs, braid horses' tails, sour the milk and so on. Gifts are exchanged on St. Basil's Day on January 1 - the day of the 'renewal of the waters', when jugs in the house are emptied and refilled with new St. Basil's Water.
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We were eating lunch for Amy's birthday at the Boar's Head, our neighbour Baljinder's fusion restaurant in Perry Barr. Lin had driven through rain and wind to Cannock to bring her mum and dad who are with us for Christmas. Liz came with Sophia, now three months old. Richard picked me up and we drove to the pub together. Amy, Guy and Oliver joined us. Our son's good with his nephew. They enjoy each other.
The contemplation of jelly
Bringing Nan home for Christmas

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Last week a red letter from Ano Korakiana arrived for us with one of its beautiful stamps upside down...



A memory in black and white

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I was so delighted to find this record of the Christmas party held at Fasnakyle House by my aunt and uncle in about 1950. Victorian aristocracy including the Queen herself embraced the Scottish landscape - thanks in part to the new railway. Dr Johnson was more critical. But he and Boswell travelled to the Hebrides before Romanticism trained the lowland eye to delight in highland scenery and railways made them easy to visit from the cities of the south. It was depicted as a wild heather-strewn wilderness. In fact it's an enormous park, stocked with ornamental fauna to shoot, paint or photograph; and now every track that doesn't pass under Forestry Commission plantations can be viewed from the air via Google maps. Does this make me love it less?
I'm not an explorer here, more a traveller, even a life-long tourist, inheriting the safety of the land's long habitation by people who made roads and place markers for centuries before the Victorians, let alone me, coming first to the Highlands in 1949 on the sleeper from King's Cross to spend Easter with my aunt at Fasnakyle, her home beyond Cannich, in Glen Affric, and later to celebrate a magical Christmas (in this photo I found at Am Baile, Bay and I are in the middle row, left and right of the tree - Bay just in front of Father Christmas).
My aunt had hired a film projector and we all sat down to watch Charlie Chaplin and Laurel and Hardy. We and the rest of the children were laughing so loud and so continuously, one or two little ones had to disappear to be sick before rejoining the general hilarity. (It's so good to have help identifying the others in the picture and hoping they also remember all that laughing at slapstick custard pies and silly walks from so long ago). Then Father Christmas - the estate's head ghillie (I believe), I was told years later when I no longer entirely believed in Santa Claus, arrived - and presents were handed out to all after which my aunt organised us to have a group photo with many calls to settle down and look serious just for the camera. This is why we show little signs of the excitement and joy that suffused us. In fact I know I was fit to burst - needing one titter to set me off again.
The human past is part of the area's character - kingdoms, invasions, depravity and civilisation, even where the rigour of the landscape suggests wilderness, anyone with a little thought can see there's more wilderness in the blighted estates of our population-diminished cities than in this sublimely landscaped garden for the enjoyment of those with time to spare, good raincoats and midge repellent. It's true that in the depth of raw winter you're sensible, if stuck somewhere on a drifted road, to have a care to stay in your car and phone the rescue services
Quote from Am Baile: This is a Christmas party held at Fasnakyle House in the early 1950s for the children of employees on the Fasnakyle estate, Strathglass. The estate was owned at the time by Captain Clark. Four members of the Mitchell family have recently been identified in the photograph - Marcelle Mitchell and three of her daughters, Monique, Christine, and Lesley. Marcelle is the lady kneeling beside the little boy on the right hand side of the photograph. Monique is standing near the back, next to Father Christmas. Christine is in the second row. (She has a ribbon in her hair and her face is half hidden by the girl in front.) Lesley is the small blond girl in the front row, holding a present. The girls' father, Mr. William Mitchell B.E.M., was the General Foreman for Messrs John Cochrane & Sons, Ltd, the company who built the Hydro Electric dam in Glen Affric. A fourth sister, Lyn, was born in 1952.
A letter received 19 Oct 09:
 “Also in this picture are Margaret and Kenneth MacLennan, family of John MacLennan, (Johnny to guests, Jock to natives), who was head stalker at Fasnakyle. He succeeded his father, also John, to this position in l941.
Kenny is the little boy (2nd, front row, left, holding his present), he still lives
nearby on estate with his wife and family. Margaret (1st back row, left) has
married and moved away. Their mother Mary was caretaker for Fasnakyle Lodge. Beside Margaret is Lily Henderson whose sister Cathy is (2nd row right,
kneeling, nearly out of picture). Their father, James Henderson, also a stalker,
worked and lived on Fasnakyle Estate.
On 31 Oct 2011 I received this very interesting letter:
Dear Mr.Baddeley. I can identify two more people in the Christmas at Fasnakyle house photo. I loved the photo and was very touched to see the innocent faces that I shared a portion of my young life with. The little girl center right with the mask is Frances I think her mother is behind her to the right. I also knew Kenny Mclennan, the young boy to the left.We were all playmates at the time, living on the Fasnakyle estate. My parents were German immigrants who emigrated to Scotland in 1950 to work on the estate.
I was allowed to join them in 1952 and experienced one of those wonderful Christmas' at the Fasnakyle house, one year later than the photo. My father was the Chauffeur for Captain Clarke. The two men met during the British occupation in Northern Germany where my father acted as an interpreter for the British officers. The two men must have hit it off. A small reason may have been that they had something in common. My name was also Margot. My mother was the cook at the house. Frances and I went to school together in Cannich, she was a close friend and I have a school picture of her. What wonderful years they were. I think about them often...My life in the Fasnakyle House was a major event in my life and I am planning to take a trip there next year. I have not been back since 1955. Best wishes, Margot Luedke (Ludke)
Strath Nairn - a walk I'll not make more 

Black Patch Park - striving to renew a place

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The Friends of Black Patch park meet in the Soho Foundry Pub

A few days before Christmas I met up with my friends Andrew Simons and Phil Crumpton to design a tour of Black Patch Park. They, I and others have campaigned to save and restore this park for over ten years. A mix of protest, with lobbying by letter and meetings - plus the economic crisis - saved the place from ill-judged plans to designate this small green space for industrial building. This was from the first Wikipedia piece I wrote about the park in 2006.

Black Patch Park and the adjoining Merry Hill allotments are 2.5 miles north-west of the centre of Birmingham on the Sandwell side of the city boundary, surrounded north, east and south by railway embankments. One of these carries the West Coast main line that with the A41 and Birmingham Mainline canal are the arteries, old and new, of what is now known as the city’s 'North West Corridor of Regeneration'. In the centre of Black Patch Park, Boundary Brook, which for centuries marked the boundary between Staffordshire and Warwickshire, meets Hockley Brook, which once separated the country towns of Handsworth and Smethwick.
Black Patch is a green pentagonal edged by Foundry Lane to the west and south, Woodburn Road to the north, and Perrott Street and Kitchener Street to the east beyond which, as far as Handsworth New Road, stretches the fertile triangle of Merry Hill Allotments.
Lying amid intersections, boundaries and important routes, Black Patch Park’s twenty plus acres have a special aura. Sometimes this place can be sunny and convivial, at others times, shaded, misty – especially at first light – and a little eerie; one moment a serene and peaceful place full of birdsong and the sound of breeze in the trees, another moment full of human activity and passing trains seemingly on every side.
Of course revisions removed all those unreferenced  'opinions' - quite rightly.  Phil and Andrew met me near the bridge where I followed them with pencil and notebook as we discussed suitable places to stop and talk about an aspect of the park...
Philip and Andrew by the bridge at the junction of Boundary and Hockley Brooks - 22 Dec 2013


A WALK AROUND THE BLACK PATCH (first draft)
Notes prepared by Simon Baddeley, Phil Crumpton and Andrew Simon - for the Friends of Black Patch Park on a meeting in the park on Sunday 22 December 2013  to plan a visitors’ tour of the park
1. “Where we stand”, 52° 29.899', -1° 56.650'  The bridge. Our tour starts at the ancient boundaries of Anglo-Saxon lands, where two streams meet, Hockley Brook and Boundary Brook. Bridged now; once a ford.
The Black Country 'The earth seems to have been turned inside out. Its entrails are strewn about; nearly the entire surface of the ground is covered with cinder heaps and mounds of scoriae. The coal which has been drawn from below ground is blazing on the surface. The district is crowded with iron furnaces, puddling furnaces, and coal-pit engine furnaces. By day and by night the country is glowing with fire, and the smoke of the ironworks hovers over it. There is a rumbling and clanking of iron forges and rolling mills. Workmen covered with smut, and with fierce white eyes, are seen moving about amongst the glowing iron and the dull thud of forge-hammers.
 Amidst these flaming, smoky, clanging works, I beheld the remains of what had once been happy farmhouses, now ruined and deserted.'


Boundary Brook in summer

2. Black Patch and the Gypsies, 52° 29.950', -1° 56.673'  On the rough path into the park just off Woodburn Road and opposite Anne Road. Here we speak of the Industrial terrain of the Black Country – high undulating banks of slag, foundry waste. Detritus and oily trickling waterways – and learn about the Gypsies with Black Patch Park and how they were violently evicted from here in order to found Black Patch Park in 1910.
We chat with Michelle and Bridget and families on the Black Patch in June 2011
The story, as told by Ted Rudge, of Queen Henty and her husband. Her curse on anyone who builds on the Black Patch. (Her ghost - scroll down this 2011 blog entry to read an account)
Queen Henty

3. From a place to a limbo,52° 29.929', -1° 56.821' Standing on the pavement next to the park just where the Hockley Brook passes under Woodburn Road. What was once a ‘place’ before the industrial revolution and continued as a space between factories for dumping waste and as a Gypsy settlement has, post-industrialisation, become almost a non-place, its surrounding factories mostly derelict and the surrounding population, once its users, decanted from the area. This is the challenge for the future of the Black Patch, on the boundary of two local councils, to be better recognised as a stewarded public space.
Woodburn Road ~ limbo


4. The Old Main Entrance to the Black Patch, 52° 29.916', -1° 56.848' From a position just inside a corner of the park where Woodburn Road meets a bend in Foundry Road. An avenue of mature London Plane trees runs south-east against a background of Grey Poplars lining the Boundary Brook on the other side of the main playing field. This is one of the finest views of a typical late Victorian Park, snowy black and white in winter; a feast of greenery in summer.

5. The Coppice, 52° 29.811', -1° 56.726'  Having strolled down the SE avenue, we stop where the path divides, to meet an exit into Foundry Lane just before the Soho Triangle of the old LNW Railway or north east along the edge of Boundary Brook. This was a confluence of local population, industrial buildings and parkland; the park ill-tended; the population dispersed; the industry departed. There are views to be restored, easy to see with a selective cutback of shrubbery and windfall saplings, of the Victorian railway viaduct and embankment to the south, old industrial roof tops to the north west and, due east, the distinctive square redbrick tower of Bishop Latimer Community Church.
The coppice


6. Warwickshire triangle– Chaplin’s unknown  birthplace, 52° 29.879', -1° 56.625'. We stroll north east along the west bank of the Hockley Brook the main playing field on our left, cross the bridge, and enter the overgrown area of the Black Patch bounded by Perrott Street and Kitchener Street where there was a Primary School whose playground markings and concrete turtles still show through brambles and brush, the space so overgrown it is near impossible to see the older tree lines. There’s an entrance to the park off Perrott Street which brings you to a small undulating green sward. Here is where we surmise was the birthplace of Charlie Chaplin born in a caravan on the Black Patch in 1889, 20 years before it became a park.
Warwickshire Triangle


7. The Main Playing Field, 52° 29.875', -1° 56.728' Walk back across the bridge and head south west to the centre of the main playing field. Here is an opportunity to gaze about at the original space that was created by John Nettlefold's Birmingham Playgrounds, Open Spaces and Playing Fields Society to meet the needs of the new industrial population that surrounded the Black Patch. It is an area that is still much used by footballers of the Warley League.






8. Soho Foundry, 52°29'50.46", -1°56'50.94" Stand beneath the imposing gateway of the Soho Foundry, opposite its eponymous pub where the tour can end with a drink and snack. This place is a prime target on the 1940s German air reconnaissance maps - some of them which we saw in the Avery Historical Museum entered below this gateway – the centre of an industrial hive.
Black Patch Park is closely NW of the 3 parallel roads - Wills, Markby and Preston - 
at the lower right hand corner of the 1940s Luftwaffe reconnaissance photo
It is also where our tour might continue - exploring the remains of the Soho Foundry and, still standing and part-used, the 19th century houses, first to be lit by gas.
Andrew and Phil




Black Patch Park was saved from building, but it remains a blighted and derelict space
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My longing for Greece is palpable. In days from the cold Adriatic I shall touch the concrete at ugly Igoumenitsa Port. We'll walk a kilometre to the ferries for Corfu.
A view from Ano Korakiana - the ferry from Venice to Igoumenitsa in the centre of the Kerkyra Sea

The Philharmonic Christmas Concert on Sunday, December 29, 2013, is in the church of St. George, in our village στο χωριό μας....
Χριστουγεννιάτικη Συναυλία
Η Χριστουγεννιάτικη συναυλία της Φιλαρμονικής την 
Κυριακή 29 Δεκεμβρίου 2013, στην εκκλησία του Άη-Γιώργη, στο χωριό μας.
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New Year 2014

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Sunday afternoon before last I was planting winter onions – against instructions on the pack – along with broad beans. A call from Crete.
“Your ferry from Venice has been cancelled. Can you get to Ancona by noon for an alternative”
“We will not be in Venice until 11.00”
“Talk to Viamare tomorrow. Goodbye”
Plot 14 ready for 2014
I looked over my plot; more or less every inch dug over, with some of it covered with weed inhibiting black polythene sheet. Taj will continue with couch grass weeding and de-stoning while we’re away. From mid-February through March I shall strive planting proper. I’ll also raise neater stronger netting round Gill’s beehive.
Monday morning Dale at Viamare assures me of an alternative ferry from Ancona. He shares my frustration at the arbitrary way these Adriatic ferries are cancelled against schedule
“There were probably not enough passengers”
That’s how business works - inconvenience outsourced to actual customers rather than a tax burden on all to guarantee a reliable public service.
Midnight on the 30th Dec, Guy collects us and drives us to East Midlands Airport. There we doze, read and chat passing 5 hours before a dawn flight to Venice.
“We’ll take the train from Venice to Ancona. Stay in a B & B by the station. Catch another ferry Wednesday afternoon and in Corfu Thursday around 11.00am. Refund at the Anek check-in I’m assured”.
The plane descended not so far above the great line of black spiked mountains that stops us populating even more of the Veneto

From Treviso a bus to Piazzale Roma; a walk over the Centenary Bridge and a jostle along Terra Lista Spagna, even more people than usual. New Year in Venice. Bought two crispy newbread rolls to enclose prosciutto on the journey south. The Rome train slid out, almost empty with Italians filling-up the carriage from Mestre and Padua. Changed at Bologna for Ancona. At the small hotel opposite the station we found our room and fell asleep. I woke for a few minutes at midnight to hear fireworks. In the morning, unhurried, we caught a bus to the ferry check-in and were handed our refund. Another bus to the ferry Hellenic Spirit. Hardly sat down when the intercom call us to reception. A worried man from the Anek office asks us to repay our refund.
“You must write to Anek. They will refund you a complementary ticket”
Lin “You are joking aren’t you? Write to Anek! Ha”
“But the man who paid you the refund. It will come out of his pocket”
“Do you know” said Lin “I really thought you might have called us to the desk to offer us a cabin to make up for the inconvenience you caused by cancelling our ferry from Venice two days before we set off”
“He thought you had a car”
“Ridiculous! The man at the desk asked if we had a car and we said ‘no’ and it was on our tickets too”
Shrugging of shoulders and exchange of email addresses.
“We’ll let you know” I said.
The ship drove south on a flat sea. It was mild on the perspex screened deck away from the piped Christmas music; instead a soothing hubbub of Greek truck drivers in gesticular debate.

Dusk on the empty sea. A shared Greek salad and plate of chips in the self-service. Lin and I discussed what we needed to do in Greece.
“Finish a report on how HHH have used last year’s Community Chest grant”
“Prepare for this small claims case in the second week of Feb”
“Get a topological engineer to measure the floor space of our house on Corfu”
“Thank-you letters!”
“Get on with jobs at 208; the steps to the garden, the apothiki tiling, the handles on the wardrobe and chest of drawers, more firewood from the beach... then there's Summer Song and the new Greek boat tax, write a Wiki piece on a friend, continue learning about the village sculptor Aristedes Metallinos…”
On the ferry some travellers sleep on blow-up mattresses, one has a tent in a sheltered part of the after deck. We must have had a good four hours sleep on the carpet at the back of the air-seat room. At one point I rose to remove the plug from the widescreen TV displaying before a slumbering audience a succession of android women in minor lingerie with phone numbers. The flicker was annoying; a relief to see a blank soundless screen at last.
I woke as our ferry entered the straits between Corfu and Albania, and sneaked out for a croissante, orange juice and coffee - €9.20
“That’s ridiculously expensive” Lin came later and had my second gratis coffee.
Albanian-Greek border to port - on the way south to Igoumenitsa and Corfu

At Igoumenitsa, the concrete apron, the affable collarless port dogs and the familiar kilometer walk over uneven concrete to one of the small ferries to Kerkyra...
The Corfu ferry from Igoumenitsa

...strewn along the horizon – a slow two hour chug of ever increasing delight under a clear sky. In the saloon two plastic cups of hot chocolate, Greek chatter and two inaudible fluttering TVs screening multiple talking heads between long commercials.

All in the house was fine. We’d been away hardly seven weeks. The fire was ready to light. There was a box of firewood that wouldn’t need refilling for a day. The landscape from the balcony turns briefly pink before sunset.











While the house warmed, we strolled by Christmas lights along Democracy Street, encountering neighbours...

“Kronia Polla. Kronia Polla”
As night falls the land and sky merge - blue grey with dots of light.


I’m in place that is familiar yet still pleasingly unfamiliar. Cosy. Secure. Quiet. Angeliki phones. We were to meet at the Epiphany Επιφανεια Service at St George’s on Monday.

Greece in winter - "Start with the shoe"

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Angeliki and Irini met at the museum this Saturday
Last November I had an exchange of emails with Jim Potts, husband of the Corfiot writer Maria Strani, about Ano Korakiana’s self-taught sculptor, Aristides Metallinos. I had sent him a DVD of some 300 photos of the works in the ‘Museum’ that Lin and I had been able to enjoy visiting.
Dear Simon. Just watched the DVD again, this time on the TV screen, with Maria. We both think they are brilliant. Maria did not find them at all ‘naughty’ or controversial (it's in the eyes of the beholder)…He could eventually become recognised as a major figure…At some point professional photos would need to be taken of individual works, with top quality studio lighting. But it's wonderful to see all the works, the DVD does the job remarkably well. Thanks again. Jim
Saturday morning Lin and I were having cake and - for me, a skirto, Lin, a glass of pomegranate juice - as we again visited Andrea and Anna Metallinos and their daughter Angeliki at the ‘Museum’. Also with us was Irini Savvani.
I resign with reluctance to the idea that not everything that happens is a matter of chance or personal intention.  I met her on Wednesday passing in Democracy Street. She was with her daughter, Alexandra, coming from the bakery.
I said "Kalimera"
She said “Are you Simon Baddeley?”
“Yes”
“I read your blog”
After some pleasantries, I asked Irini if she knew of the village sculptor, Aristides Metallinos.
“Of course. But I have not been in the museum”
“You’ve not seen his work?”
“I met him at his house with my parents when I was a small girl”
I said that Lin and I had had the good fortune, after several years, to be able to see the collection – last November.
“I would like” I said “to see a catalogue made. Also a British friend to whom I showed the DVD that Metallinos' granddaughter entrusted me with, advised that a Greek art historian or critic should write a piece about the sculptor to accompany such a catalogue”
I am an art historian” said Irini, with a smile.
We continued chatting. I remembered how vexing it could be to a child in hand looking upwards at grown-ups talking on and on about things important to them. Alexandra tugged, politely, at her mum's sleeve.
"Would you be able to meet with Angeliki and her parents?"
Irini nodded. The very moment I got home after sharing this meeting with Lin, I phoned Angeliki and made an appointment that suited all of us at the museum on Saturday morning. I emailed Irini by way of briefing
Dear Irini. Thank you for agreeing to meet at the ‘Museum’ at 10.00am this Saturday morning. I will be there with Linda and we will be meeting Angeliki Metallinou and her parents Anna and Andrea to have another look inside the museum and have a brief look at Aristedes Metallinos’ work. Our meeting shouldn’t be more than 45 minutes.
I first saw inside the museum when we were in Ano Korakiana last November, having been curious about it since we came to the village in 2006.
Angeliki has convinced me that the work of her grandfather, a self-taught sculptor who didn’t start carving stone and marble until he was 67 years old, has for a variety of reasons remained almost unknown to the village and to the rest of the island. After she and her mother invited Linda and I to visit the museum we said we would see if we could help make this work better known. Angeliki gave me a DVD with photos of her grandfather’s work which I have shown to three friends in Corfu. In different ways they advise making a proper catalogue and having a Greek art historian help with this by writing an expert description. That you met the sculptor as a young girl growing up in the village and are now an art historian is why I believe our meeting last Tuesday on Democracy Street is ‘serendipitous’. Angeliki agrees and looks forward to meeting you on Saturday morning.
I wonder what you think of some of the illustrations of Metallinos' work on my blog:
Example 1, example 2 (especially!), example 3, example 4...
And this 'recrucifixion'
and this chimaera - the EEC
Aristedes Metallinos had many themes and seems a most fascinating man. Kindest regards. Simon
In my mind the place to start with any catalogue is Arestides' finely crafted stone shoe made long before he began carving in earnest. Andrea could not unlock the show case so I took a couple of photo's through the glass, but I would have liked to hold the thing in my hands and pass it round.

Winter in Greece

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“IUD? IUD? What’s it stand for? 'Unexploded'. Yes. 'Device'. What’s the ‘I’? Ahah. 'Improvised'. I'm mulling this. Why IUD?"
I’m going over this between waking and dreaming and then I’m failing to get my mum’s attention, as she bustles around a house, full of her daily errands, re my plane ticket for a four day workshop in Berlin on 'Understanding Modern Germany'. Now I’m in a queue in a concourse which starts to advance to boarding and I’m in only the clothes I’m wearing. Not a moment too soon, Lin and mum bustle in with my boarding card. 
"What about my things, toothbrush etc?”
“Sorry” says Lin 
“A book?” I ask, more than vexed. 
“Sorry, no” 
“For f*ck’s sake, mum” 
Then I’m apologizing profusely to a sitting woman with a child who probably didn’t hear me anyway and isn’t English. I look angrily at mum, embarrassed at this highly public evidence of my dependency on the women in my life who have failed me, even though it was mum who booked me on the flight and this workshop that I’m not keen on anyway. 
Mum looks back at me with one of her looks of loving chiding amusement and holds her gaze until her face fills my whole field of vision. I feel caught out, unshaven, unwashed but thinking I’ll buy what I need in Berlin but then I’m awake; relieved of these  responsibilities, aware this is the first time, that my mum, since she died, has had a part in a dream.



36 hours of rain and grey, but this morning is bright. Our windows need a clean and we’re going into town today, to the bank, the tax office, what else? 
At supper the other day a friend said the 100 Club, an ex-pat subscription lottery charity run on the island, was collecting money to buy new tyres for the island's ambulances.
“There’s only one ambulance left on the island – of ten – that' still roadworthy” 
Had I heard that the authorities have been round the coves on the north west cove and made all the tavernas take down their jetties – ‘they’re defined as illegal” - and remove their chairs and tables where they have spread to the shore. Boats can’t arrive and tie up for a meal anymore. 
“Really?” 
“And the charge on trip boats. €3000 a month! Most didn’t go back in the water last season. Wasn’t worth it” 
“Blimey” 
“And the new cruising tax for all foreign yachts in Greek waters applies this year” 
“Will we have to pay?” 
“Sure” 
Summersong in the rain
I ask another friend about this.
“It’s true but there’s no infrastructure in place to collect that tax.” 
Best wait and see?
“Meantime all the gin palaces – over 12 metres pay €100 a metre - are heading off for marina’s in Croatia. I feel sorry for those people here who’ve bought a marina mooring for twenty five years”
We finally got a domestic water bill – for €6.50 – after two years of getting none. At the demos office in Ipsos Lin and I went through the empty hall of the building back from the front, up darkened stairs and along a dim peeling paint corridor to the cashier. Knocked. 
“I am alone” said the woman there, as she processed and stamped our bill. 
“Twenty five people left today – to their homes” 
Blimey
“What does this bills cover?"
"The end of 2012” 
She smiled wanely “We are late” 
“The next bill…?” 
“…will be for the beginning of 2013” she said.

At supper we heard an account of a Greek friend’s journey back and forth between departments within the tax office in the city, the demos office in Ipsos, and the main town hall in the city striving to get their renovated house designated as ‘old’, so that they stopped incurring the tax increment applied through their electric bills to properties defined as ‘new’. Over a series of visits she was referred to other offices and officials each claiming, with conviction, that redefining the status of a property was not in their remit. At last someone surmised - of another official in one of the offices already visited - that it was not that they could not do this, but “they do not know how to do it”
“She got on the phone and rang this other office and, over the phone, took her through the steps on the form on her computer required to alter the status of our property” 
“Wow. Well done you - and her!”


Did I know,  asked another friend "Golden Dawnhave opened an office in the centre of Corfu town.
“I saw all these police in town the other day. Roads blocked. One of the arrested leaders - Greek MP Ilias Kasidiaris - on probation, come to Corfu for the event, with other supporters."
Με πρωτοφανή αστυνομική Δύναμη(120 περίπου) με χρήση μοτοσυκλετιστών και περιπολικών αλλά και όλη την Τροχαία έγιναν το απόγευμα τα εγκαίνια των γραφείων της Χρυσής Αυγής στη Κέρκυρα στη Πολυχρονίου Κωνσταντά και τους γύρω δρόμους. 
Παρών ο εκπρόσωπος της Χ.Α κ Κασιδιάρης ο κ Ματθαιόπουλος (βουλευτές) με περίπου 300 Κερκυραίους υποστηρικτές του κόμματος.Γύρω τους κλούβες των Ματ Ματατζήδες.Ακολούθησε αντιφασιστική πορεία από μέλη του Συριζα και του Ανταρσία


Article 1

Mimosa

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Mimosa - the tree that knows you're there

I feel this place fixing in memory, filling up those parts of my head that store happiness, edging out others once in fuller occupation – places now so changed they would, if revisited, only beget despondency – blighted by golf courses, executive estates, urban kerbed and straightened country roads, dual carriageways with out of scale EU signage. It happens almost everywhere. Yet even as I grouse, I know little’s worse than a place fixed in the amber of nostalgia. Better take it as it comes since what matters in any landscape, however drab or sublime, is its people. A dose of psychogeography has taught me the gems to be discovered walking through a littered car park under pylons to where some break in the chain-link leads to the remains of an unmarked path ending in a deserted junkie space of cans, plastic bottles, shards, shredded sleeping bags given over to vigorous proliferating weeds and their flowers – a reminder of what rust and moth corrupts, fecund nature recovers.
The western outskirts of Ano Korakiana

So laced is this village and its outskirts with paths, tracks and roads, the permutations available for our walks, are, if not numberless, unexhausted after six years of almost daily strolls in all seasons and weathers.  Private space and public space mingle to exclude severing walls or gates with a minimum of cul-de-sacs – matching unself-consciously, and without their intervention, urban planners’ recommendations for ‘livability’. This is not because there is no crime or its notorious equivalent ‘fear of crime’. There are plenty of spiked fences and locked gates and notices warning of guardian dogs. Somehow the need for domestic security has not blighted our village’s delightful permeability. 
“Is that a path we’ve not been along before?” Lin wonders as she inserts herself into a alleyway between high walls. I wait while she reconnoitres.
“Yes! It goes on through” 
I follow, skirting porches, shutters, window boxes, perhaps a parked scooter, chairs at a table and other personal belongings before our way opens into more shared space.  
“Let’s try this way?” I suggest as we see an untried track between fences off a road running below the village
“Where does it go?”
“Not sure. Let’s see”
Paths lead to small pastures off which run other paths which turn into dirt tracks then a road we recognise off which run other tracks in a general direction that more or less matches our wish to return at some stage to Democracy Street.
“Shall we try it?”
“But of course. I suspect it may comes out or go by Eklisia Paraskevi”

Sure enough. It’s the church just beyond the abandoned car that a few years ago looked quite run-down, now with a bell tower designed and built by our neighbour Lefteri and relatives; the whole joined together with a finely finished matte paint, many mitred wooden doors glistening Corfu green. Just over the track that runs beside the church is its cemetery where we expect to see the grave of Lefteris’ brother who died in 2011.
“This is also where we’ll find Arestides Metallinos and his wife Angeliki” 
Angeliki, their grand-daughter, had told us they were laid there. 
“That is our church”
It sits amid olive and cypress trees about half a mile on the flatter slopes below the village. 
“I’ve never really liked graves with photos and plastic or withered flowers and dead candles” I said to Lin “but I’m coming round to the idea that it might be comforting to visit an actual place where bones are interred below a memorial bearing a friendly gently smiling photo of the person who’s gone.”
Lin said nothing. I wondered if I could imagine such a place for my mum. I thought not, but wasn’t sure.















But Arestides Metallinos was someone who lived all his life in this village and is, like our neighbour
Lefteri, inalienably linked to Ano Korakiana.
The sculptor and his wife, Angeliki






















My mother made the many and varied spaces we lived as children into our places. She was the place where she was with us.
Theodora Barbara - mum in 1917
I cannot associate her with any one place – rather with many special places where we were happy long ago -, in the heart of London, along the chalk streams of Hampshire and Berkshire, on the heathered moors and peaty waters of Inverness-shire, of the aching beauty of Ross and Cromarty; the places we went on childhood holidays, Exmoor, the dark jag-rocked white sanded Pembrokeshire coast, and later, when went together with her - Lin and I - to Istanbul, Cairo, Alexandria, Rajasthan, Crete, Venice. Like me and countless others who left the village centuries ago I have no ‘place’ where I’d wish, or even feel entitled, to have my remains interred - no place I can claim as especially mine. This is not a matter for regret. Being geographically unplaced means my places are ones of imagination, of many many memories. Perhaps that’s why people in my circumstances prefer cremation – illegal in Greece – so that if our relatives are so inclined our remains, as ash, may be spread among reminiscences, born on wind or water. Ironic that all my professional life I’ve been preoccupied with local government, and the elusive challenge of what’s now called ‘localism’. Lin is more determined than I. 
“I want no funeral’ she asserts “The refuse men can remove my corpse. Take it to the dump”
“Yeah well not my problem” I say “since I shall make a point of dying before you, and anyway I’ve donated my body to the NHS”
On the way home to Democracy Street, as we walk along National Opposition Street a woman sees us gazing up and murmuring admiration at her swirling flowering mimosa that hangs from her garden over half the road.
“Perimeni wait a moment” she says through her garden fence, then hands down to Lin two generous twigs of the yellow flowers and their delicate leaves.
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After the visit to the Metallinos Museum with Irini Savvani the Saturday before last I wrote:
Dear Irini. I’m so pleased we met. Lin too. That stone shoe seems a ‘transition’ between craft and art. Lin suggested Arestides might  have copied it from a real shoe that he had made.
Is there a Greek word for a man who has many crafts? Metallinos was good at shoemaking, building, furniture making, carving olive-oil millstones. Then in his last years - sculpting in stone and marble.
I think we are agreed that there is unlikely to be an expert or ‘authority' out there who can give any ‘certificate of value’ for this work.
I say - as one rather dependent on the opinion of others for my opinions about art - that the point at which a carved object becomes art has always been for those who see it to decide.
In the case of Arestides Metallinos there are still so few who have had the opportunity to make up their minds about him. We are nearly on our own, which makes me nervous amid my enthusiasm. My ‘qualification’ is that my interest was invited by the sculptor’s family; that Lin and I live in Ano Korakiana for many months of the year; that we love the village and Greece in ways that are far more than romantic or sentimental. (I know quite a lot of the history of modern Greece and of Corfu in particular).
Your qualifications? You are an art historian, critic and curator. You were born in the village. You are Greek, Corfiot and you met the artist when a child, and I’m sure there are other qualifications…One other thing we share; we are both ‘qualified’ by happy coincidence, in that in going to buy bread in the village we met in the centre of Democracy Street a few days ago. Had you or I left home a few minutes earlier or later this would not have happened. So. I treat luck in this matter as an asset.
I’m assuming you will write something about Aristedes Metallinos. I will be happy to get anything you draft sent to me to be translated (tho’ I know your English is very good). I imagine the challenge is to find the words and phrases to capture and convey to others something of the essence of this man’s art.
Thanks for the things you pointed out - especially the similarity of many of the faces to the artist’s own…I cannot get over the resonances of this ‘uneducated’ man’s talent. He understood Pygmalion - in that relief of him carving a woman and those words incised below  “Do not trouble your old bones…”. Also that 1984 sculpture of the ram which appears unfinished, but intentionally so. It’s a lesson in carving stone – ‘pitching’ (with that large chunk of rock left with point-chisel marks on the animal’s back)....
...‘roughing out’ with a claw chisel (I believe) and the process of ‘rasping’. That piece remains unpolished - the final stage. It makes me wonder if Arestides, like the great Italian sculptor, sought to release a form trapped inside his raw material…Kindest regards, Simon
Continuing with the project I contacted John Petsalis, so far only an internet acquaintance. Since the prospect of finding exhibition space remains for the time-being remote despite enquiries I felt that John’s ‘virtual museum’ would be a way of widening the audience for the work, providing links to an inventory that can evolve into a catalogue, and as a means of at least making images of the work accessible even if though its essence exists in dimensions and weight that can only be experienced directly. 
On Thursday Lin and I met John for coffee and cakes on the Liston – bathed in shade and bright sun. I showed him some pictures of the sculptures. The upshot was a meeting this Tuesday morning at the museum in Ano Korakiana. Angeliki arranged for her and her parents to be joined by her cousin Tassos. John Petsalis arrived with his wife Tina and an assistant Effie Stathia a photographer, studying for a history Phd.
John, Angeliki, Tina, Effie, Simon and Linda outside the Arestides Metallinos Museum in Ano Korakiana

As we assembled in Anna’s sitting room, I sitting between Linda on one side to nudge me if I talked out of turn and her husband Andrea. I could not have been more delighted as introductions were made. Tassos, John and Effie slipped easily between Greek and English. We had almost enough Greek to avoid being obtuse.
Angeliki and her cousin Tassos with one of their grandfather's works
Enthusiastic debate – some of which I could follow – as we enjoyed Anna’s coffee and cake, then we went out of one side of the house and back in through the door reserved for the display of sculptures. I don’t think I could ever become jaded by this rich collection, augmented on this occasion by the pleasure of seeing others looking at it for the first time.
"I did not know this man existed" said Effie as she strolled the collection planning a photographic record.
We wandered about the small room full of carved marble and stone - the Greeks helping me understand even more of Arestides’ art.
Mark said over a beer at the bar in the village last night
“I bet you never thought when you came here a few years back you’d be in this position”
“I know I know. This man has made a record of a world that's disappeared. He lived amid change from a pastoral society to the modern world, fuelled by mass tourism. And that’s just part of his work. There’s all the other things I’ve yet to understand! God, in whom I don’t believe (as if that would worry him in the slightest) works in mysterious ways sending such marvellous unanticipated gifts to me who loves this country and will never cease wanting to learn more about it”
I didn’t voice that last sentence but I sensed he agreed and sympathized. 
Before we left the museum after two hours continuous and excited conversation John thanked me for arranging for his meeting with the sculptor’s family and the opportunity to visit the museum. I and Effie exchanged emails so that we can stay in touch from England. I was almost glad to leave as I could see Lin getting gently frustrated at my impulsive effusiveness, exactly the un-English thing in me that I needed her to keep in check.
“You must stop saying ‘sorry’” said Angeliki at one point, as I apologized again for arranging the meeting at such short notice
“Sorry” I said “It’s an English habit”
“I know” she replied.
I have been entrusted with several papers from Tassos and Angeliki, two academic articles in Greek, one a chapter from a book, written in the late 1970s when the sculptor still had years more carving to do, and an inventory, one in Greek and one in English, twenty pages, listing – not in chronological order - all 252 pieces in the museum.

I confirmed that the stone shoe we’d seen on our first visit back in November last year, the first thing – so far as we know - Arestides carved; dated by the artist ‘25 September 1928’ when he was 20 years old, nearly 50 years before, as an old man of 67, he would invent himself as the sculptor of Ano Korakiana.
Irini remembered encountering this lion as a child when visiting the museum with her parents
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Google maps team sent me a message after I’d said the two main roads through the village had names different from those on the actual street signs...
Your report near Eparchiaki Odos Agiou Vasiliou in Ionian Islands
Hi Simon. We've reviewed your problem and you were right! The default view in Google Maps has already been updated to reflect your suggested change, as shown below.

The road was called Odos Agiou Vasiliou because the village of Agiou Vasiliou lies on what used to be the main route to Corfu from Ano Korakiana. The lower road - National Opposition StreetΟδός Εθνικής Αντίστασης - was unnamed on Google and previously called the road from Pyrgi to Ano Korakiana.

'Greece offers you something harder'

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The start of Lawrence Durrell's first book Prospero's Cell: A guide to the landscape and manners of the island of Corcyra 1945

Somehow I know Lawrence Durrell’s family didn’t engage in anything so banal as completing a local tax return when they lived here long ago nor needed 'pink slips'...
Pink slips accompanying local bank withdrawals prove we bring our money from the UK

...as sure as I am great Achilles didn't have to tear off the fiddly strips of silver paper on top of small cartons when adding milk to his coffee, if he drank coffee or would have drunk it as anything but skirto…unless this seems a cheap trick it’s a memo to myself that the membrane between bathos and the sublime is permeable, sometimes as brittle as courtship – a looking glass - but mostly an ever-present screen through which musings flow as easily in both directions as a stand-up who dies or brings the house down…
A friend sent this to us:
If you have to declare income in Greece this year, you will need a lot of patience. From this year onwards, all tax returns will be submitted only online, but this will not facilitate the process. To the contrary, you will not get away with waiting in queues at the tax office or with the bureaucratic madness, which we are familiar with at present. The only way to deal with another administrative obstacle is to find information and a lot of patience….To be able to fill in the tax return in Greece, you must have a code to use the online state tax system TAXIS. How to obtain this code:1. Go to https://www1.gsis.gr/registration/chooseRegistrationType.htm

2. Choose "Initial registration" (Αρχική εγγραφή)


3. Choose whether you will fill in the tax return as an individual person or as an entity
4. Fill in the requested information
5. Then, go to your local tax office to obtain the codes to fill in the tax return.Since the beginning of the week, the queues at the tax offices for obtaining the access codes to the system have been enormous. People have been waiting for hours to be able to return home and start filling in the tax returns online…GR Reporter 28 May 2013 Tax pains 2013)

From p.5 Tax Guide For Residents Abroad’ Directorate General of Taxation, Directorate General of Customs and Special Consumption Tax, Athens, June 2008   …. Greek tax guidance
2. WHO MUST FILE A RETURN?More specifically, those residing abroad must file a tax return in Greece, if ….Regardless of whether they have a taxable income in Greece, they shall file a return when…(e) they have purchased real estate or constructed a building in Greece…
Our Greek accountant in Corfu town is excellent but once he had dealt with the fines we needed to pay for a few years unsubmitted tax forms (ignorance of the law, as everywhere, being no excuse for its breach) it made sense that rather than waste his fee submitting further annual confirmation that we earn no money in Greece, we should ourselves file a return to this effect, doing it, as is now possible and indeed required, on-line. 
The first step Lin and I learned from our friend Cinty was to get a one-time key code from the tax office to access and register ourselves with the Hellenic tax office website.

“Where’s the tax office?”

“In the Town Hall just off San Rocco Square, opposite the Theatre”  
Ah yes, down St Dessilas or Manzarou Streets off G Theotoki, where they meet Samaras Street. These offices are not to be mistaken for the Municipal Assembly building which is half-way along N.Theotoki. We needed to meet the bureaucracy.

We rose at dawn to get there early and were in the foyer of our target building by just before 9.00pm, ranging the dim-lit space like sniffer dogs, in our case seeking signage. I poked my head into a small open plan on the ground floor

“Tax office, please?””

One of two women sat in shadow turned from her small crowded desk to gaze at us before peering upwards.

“Up a floor, I think” I said to Lin. 
At the top of two flights was a long screen with a few people at windows talking through to people behind. Promising. We assayed an eastward corridor. There were numbers on doors, titles, notices in abundance but nothing indicative. I knocked hopefully on a door and heard an invitation to enter.

“Where do we go for tax?”

A hand was stretched out and a finger pointed back where we came, with a suggestion we wind leftwards beyond the head of the stairs we’d climbed. Round a corner in the colourless gloom we came upon a ragged queue of people standing and seated near a half-open door in a cul-de-sac - a corridor of powerless.

“Excuse me. Does anyone speak English?”

Silence of the waiting, then a lady smiled and said “Yes”

“Where do we go to file our tax?”

“Here” She indicated the door marked with a number 9 – handwritten - just opposite where she sat. Was she at the head or the end of the queue?

“Can we do it on the computer?”

“Yes. But you need a key”

“Can we get that here?”

“You must ask an accountant I think”

“We would like to do it ourselves”

“Yes but you need an accountant to get you a key”

“Perhaps we should cut our losses at this stage” I murmured to Lin and we turned to descend.

“A moment” I said “I really want to see what this room looks like”

I insinuated myself through the queue breathing English apologies and put my head round the door. The room was smaller than I expected with less than four desks and screens – long ones with cathodes.

“So sorry” I gazed around with as much pathos as I could manage “Does anyone speak English?”

Two women head-gestured me to the woman nearest the door “Georgia”

She was already with a client.

“What do you want?”

“We need a key to file a tax return”

“Wait a moment. You have your tax numbers?”

“Yes yes. All that and passports. Shall we wait outside now?
‘No no”

Urgently I call Lin to join me.

“Quick quick” I made apologetic gestures to the woman already waiting.

Lin read out our tax numbers.

“Your passports” 
Lin handed them over. 
I felt excited; made more apologies to the other client who smiled in a sweet way “No problem”

“Thank you. Thank you so much” 
My heart was full of a grateful supplicant’s deference and amity as we left after a short telephone exchange that brought us our one-time keys and passwords.

“Is the website also in English?” Lin asked as we left

“I think so”

Looking away from the queue by the door we headed down to the street

Outside the tax office "Yes!"

“Blimey blimey” I gasped as “we’ve been in there less than 30 minutes”

Lin sparing with praise said 

“Well done that Baddeley”
We drove home via Sally’s Bar at Ipsos where Lin found the site as well as a tax guide that could be downloaded as a PDF. It was in English but the website was in Greek.

“Cinty’s place?”

Back in the village Cinty made us tea and coffee and sat with Lin as she entered our key numbers and registered…


“We’re in!”

Clicking on the options for the forms we needed, none, said the computer in red text, applied to us.

“Oh well. We’ve done alright so far and the return doesn't have to be until May"

“Put a request for help on Corfu Grapevine on Facebook” suggested Cinty

Hi there. Helpful and informative advice needed with on-line tax forms. Linda and I have registered for Greek on-line tax form submission. Our accounts are now open, but we don't know which form we have to fill in. We're non-resident but own a house on the island, retired and receiving no Greek income. Our money comes from UK and we have pink-slips to that effect. Could anyone please tell us which form we need to click on for this? Thanks in advance. Simon & Linda
  • Marion Kirkham glad you mentioned this simon as we to have a place in kassiopi and were at a loss also.
  • Simon Baddeley Have you registered for on-line submission, Marion? We felt pretty proud at getting our key code from the tax office in town in only 40 minutes - thanks to a kind lady working in room 9 on the first floor. Now we are 'in' the system' it has come up with a list of forms (with the help of a Greek speaking friend) and we cannot find the one that's appropriate for our situation.
  • Marion Kirkham not yet we were going to do it when we go back in the spring not relizing we could do it online...
  • Simon Baddeley The lady at the office said the on-line forms might be in English but we could not find that, which is why a Greek friend has been so helpful. You can use English in the form - username, passwords, tax code etc.
  • Marion Kirkham ahh thank you,,,
  • Annie McGiggles Hawkins We always get our accountant to do this for just to be on the safe side.
  • Simon Baddeley That makes sense, Annie, if you're running a local business or otherwise earning money here, especially with recent unpredictable tax rules, but we are trying to save ourselves the cost of an accountant's expertise given that we've only to make an annual and routine declaration of non-earning.
  • Uschi Niemann Simon, I think Annie is totally right - even if you don't have a business or work here. Things change so quick at the moment, that even with reading all news you will never be sure... I'm in the same situation and would never do t without accountant. Can give you the adress of a reliable one as soon as I am back to Corfu next week.
  • Roddy McKenzie I have lived permanently on Corfu for 8 years now, have NO Greek sourced income and use a Greek accountant in Corfu town. Charges 80 euro and worth every penny/cent. Negotiating the constantly changing Greek tax laws for a non Greek is a nightmare..tried it first year here and gave up.
  • Tricia Giles This is from last year but it may be helpful to you even though you are non-resident. 
    "According to the international convention applied so far, a citizen has to pay tax in the country where he or she resides for 183 days a year or more. If the person receives income in another country in parallel, it must be included in the tax return, adding the tax withheld in the other country in order for the tax service to deduct it." http://goo.gl/7fvVbS


    www.grreporter.info
    If you have to declare income in Greece this year, you will need a lot of patience. From this year onwards, all tax returns will be submitted only online, but this will not facilitate the process. To the contrary, you will not get away with waiting in queues at the tax office or with the bureaucrati...
  • Tricia Giles We use an accountant who does all the form filling for us and it has never cost us more than €60. Money well spent in my opinion!
  • Annie McGiggles Hawkins We too have no income in Greece, but feel much safer using an accountant and for between €60 and €90 euros per annum would consider it money very well spent. After all, it's only 7.5€ per month at the highest figure. A drop in the ocean. Would hate to fall foul of the Greek tax system.
  • Susan Daltas If you really really want to get in a mess carry on without an accountant! Would you suggest a student in Birmingham tries to get a Ph.D without a professor?
  • Susan Daltas Didn't mean the above to sound rude, Simon.
  • Tricia Giles Even the accountants struggle to keep up with the ever-changing tax laws! We would have no chance without one!
  • Kerry Davison Simon. Paying an accountant is alot cheaper than paying the fine should you make a mistake. I would recommend xxx on xxxx who does my tax return and is very reasonable.
  • Moyra Flynn We're in the same position and definitely recommend using an accountant. Like Annie, it only costs about 60 euro a year. Well worth it. Good luck.
  • Louise Edwards My husband is Greek and even he uses an accountant to make sure he gets it right.
  • Uschi Niemann Only thing I was told is "ask your accountant every year to show you the papers to be sure, he did it!" because unfortunately and apparently there are some, who tell you, they will care and then don't  Problem is ,if you ever want to or have to sell your property, you definitely need those papers for every single year - if you don't have them, you cannot sell!
  • Tricia Giles For a simple tax return, and I know that people still debate this but we have been told that as long as you have all your pink slips there will not be a problem. Even if you are told you don't need them still get them just in case the powers that be change their minds - again!
  • Simon Baddeley Thanks for all this kind and cautionary advice. How about a poem about the man who tried to submit his tax return in Greece without an accountant (:)) No-one was 'rude' by the way but one of the accountant's mentioned 'forgot' to make our returns and we had to pay three years of fines. I think we may end up getting our present accountant to teach us how to submit our tax on-line even if that costs more. Principle: Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime...or is that not relevant here?
  • Tricia Giles I'm not so sure it is relevant when tax related matters are changing so frequently here! 
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  • Simon Baddeley We do UK tax returns on line from home. So I will persist with trying to do our Greek tax return on line. If for no other reason it's a holy good way to get better at writing and reading Greek. That's a winner even if we get it wrong! (If I fall flat on my face as a result of hubris I will be honest and let CG know what happened). What I absolutely know is that we are so grateful for Greek friends who have helped and continue to help with this process. It's almost as if they sympathise with our struggle. We certainly sympathise with theirs. Shttp://www.gsis.gr/.../documents.../fylladio-english.pdf
  • Tricia Giles Rather you than me these days but good luck!
  • Simon Baddeley Appreciated Tricia. S
  • Susan Daltas Well done for sticking to your guns despite all the contrary advice!
  • Heather Skinner Simon Baddeley, I've done my own tax return in the UK for years, I had the good fortune of working closely with accountants who gave me good advice on what I needed to do to get me started all those years ago, but since moving here I am definitely going to take the hit on paying a few euros to a GOOD Greek accountant to sort out what needs to be filed on my behalf - my suggestion would be to ask for recommendations of an accountant here who won't charge you the earth and who will do what they say they will do on your behalf. Best of luck to you if you stick to your guns
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The rain comes more frequently now - day and night - wind blown shallow streams of water running up and down Democracy Street. Photography doesn't do so well depicting rain. I need the lines in the sky that the Japanese do to get the sense of what this feels like, as water descends from the overcast with its quiet roar like falling rice on our sturdy roof, big drops racing down the glass of our few unshuttered windows, the clouds pushing up the grey-green slopes behind the village.
Hokusai Night rain

Eleni and Popi - 'A few good men'

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...two women are rapidly becoming symbols of a justice system that is seeking to reassert itself and (finally) do its duty, perhaps not righting the wrongs of the past but at least holding those responsible for the ransacking of the state’s coffers accountable - irrespective of their political connections and bank balances. In a country with a deep - and not unwarranted - mistrust of the political and financial elites, long seen as the ‘untouchables’, Ms Raikou and Ms Papandreou are being hailed by some as the ‘incorruptibles’...from The Press Project, 9 Feb 2014
Popi Papandreou
Οι δύο κυρίες που κυνηγούν τους καρχαρίες
 Της Αντωνίας Ξυνού (Eleftherotypia crime correspondent Antonia Xynou)
Πριν από μερικούς μήνες, όταν θεσπίστηκε η Εισαγγελία Διαφθοράς, όλοι γνώριζαν ότι επρόκειτο για ένα πόστο που θα περιελάμβανε πολλή δουλειά και αποφάσεις, οι οποίες αν μη τι άλλο θα ταρακουνούσαν τα νερά. Το όνομα της Ελένης Ράικου, ως εισαγγελέα Διαφθοράς, δεν αποτέλεσε έκπληξη για τους περισσότερους, ούτε όμως και η προσωπική της επιλογή, μεταξύ των επίκουρων εισαγγελέων Πρωτοδικών, να περιλαμβάνεται και η Πόπη Παπανδρέου.Από τον περασμένο Απρίλιο μέχρι και σήμερα, οι δύο εισαγγελικές λειτουργοί έχουν απασχολήσει αρκετές φορές τη δημοσιότητα μέσα από την εργασία τους και την αποτελεσματικότητά τους. Η υπόθεση του Ταχυδρομικού Ταμιευτηρίου είναι χαρακτηριστική, αφού παρά το γεγονός ότι τα ονόματα που ελέγχονταν είναι τρανταχτά, οι εισαγγελείς Διαφθοράς κατάφεραν κάτω από άκρα μυστικότητα να διεξαγάγουν μία σημαντικότατη έρευνα, προχωρώντας σε βάθος την υπόθεση. Οπως άλλωστε φαίνεται από την πορισματική αναφορά που φέρει τις υπογραφές Ράικου και Παπανδρέου, οι ενδείξεις τέλεσης αξιόποινων πράξεων είναι σημαντικές, αφού έχουν ανοιχθεί τραπεζικοί λογαριασμοί και έχουν εντοπιστεί ύποπτες offshore εταιρείες.
Ελένη Ράϊκου, Eleni Raikou
Τον Απρίλιο του 2013 άνθρωποι στο χώρο της Δικαιοσύνης υποστήριζαν πως η Ελένη Ράικου ήταν από τους καταλληλότερους ανθρώπους για να προΐσταται στην Εισαγγελία Διαφθοράς. Ως προϊσταμένη της Εισαγγελίας Πρωτοδικών Αθήνας εμπνεύστηκε και συνέστησε το 2010 το τμήμα Οικονομικού Εγκλήματος, το πρώτο τμήμα στα δικαστικά χρονικά που απασχολούνταν αποκλειστικά με υποθέσεις διασπάθισης δημοσίου χρήματος και διαφθοράς. Ηταν ο προάγγελος των θεσμών του οικονομικού εισαγγελέα και του εισαγγελέα Διαφθοράς, όπως είναι γνωστοί σήμερα.
Οι «πρωτιές» που συνοδεύουν το όνομά της είναι αρκετές. Αλλωστε, εκτός από πρώτη εισαγγελέας Διαφθοράς είναι και η πρώτη γυναίκα προϊσταμένη της Εισαγγελίας Πρωτοδικών της Αθήνας. Γεννήθηκε το 1962 -είναι δηλαδή 52 ετών-, φοίτησε στη Νομική Σχολή Αθηνών και μπήκε στο δικαστικό σώμα το 1993. Υπηρέτησε για χρόνια στο τμήμα Ποινικής Δίωξης, προτού ανέλθει στα εισαγγελικά αξιώματα. Κατά την επαγγελματική της καριέρα έχει «ανοίξει» πολλά μέτωπα. Ηδη ως εισαγγελέας Πρωτοδικών διεκπεραίωσε σειρά σημαντικών δικογραφιών, όπως οι καταγγελίες για οικονομικές ατασθαλίες επί γενικής γραμματείας Χρήστου Ζαχόπουλου στο υπουργείο Πολιτισμού, η επίθεση σε βάρος της Κωνσταντίνας Κούνεβα, ενώ είχε χειριστεί ένα μέρος των ερευνών που αφορούσε την υπόθεση Siemens.
Ως προϊσταμένη της Εισαγγελίας Πρωτοδικών επόπτευε το έργο του αρμόδιου τμήματος για το οικονομικό έγκλημα, γύρω από πολύκροτα σκάνδαλα, όπως το τραπεζικό σκάνδαλο της Proton, η υπόθεση του Ακη Τσοχατζόπουλου, οι «μίζες» για τα εξοπλιστικά προγράμμα (γερμανικά υποβρύχια, Λέοπαρντ 2 κ.τ.λ.) και η υπόθεση Καρούζος.
Πόπη Παπανδρέου, Popi Papandreou
Ανάμεσα στους πρωτοδίκες που ασχολήθηκαν με αυτές τις υποθέσεις ήταν και η Πόπη Παναδρέου, η οποία πρωτοδιορίστηκε στο δικαστικό σώμα το 2008 και «ακολούθησε» στη συνέχεια την Ελένη Ράικου στην Εισαγγελία Διαφθοράς. Την υπογραφή της μέχρι εκείνο το σημείο είχαν διάφορα εισαγγελικά πορίσματα, μεταξύ των οποίων αυτό για το σκάνδαλο Energa-Hellas Power, αλλά και για το ελληνικό ποδόσφαιρο, που μπορεί να προκάλεσε το σχολιασμό του προέδρου του Ολυμπιακού, Βαγγ. Μαρινάκη, έδειξε όμως τις δυνατότητες και τη μαχητικότητα της νεαρής εισαγγελέως. Εκτός από το έργο της, παραμένει γνωστή και για την ημέρα της σύλληψης του Ακη Τσοχατζόπουλου. Η Πόπη Παπανδρέου ήταν η εισαγγελέας που χτύπησε την πόρτα του νεοκλασικού επί της Διονυσίου Αρεοπαγίτου, συνοδεία αστυνομικών, ανακοινώνοντας στον πρώην υπουργό ότι συλλαμβάνεται για ξέπλυμα βρόμικου χρήματος. Ηταν μόνο η αρχή μιας υπόθεσης διασπάθισης δημοσίου χρήματος, που έμελλε να οδηγήσει σε ένα πολιτικό σκάνδαλο μεγατόνων.Από το καλοκαίρι του 2013 είναι μεταξύ των επίκουρων εισαγγελέων Διαφθοράς, αναλαμβάνοντας μερικές από τις σημαντικότερες υποθέσεις, όπως τις συμβάσεις στο πλαίσιο του προγράμματος ηλεκτρονικού πολέμου και το κύκλωμα υπαλλήλων και ασφαλισμένων στο ΤΑΥΠΕΚΩ. Επί της ουσίας, το σκάνδαλο του Ταχυδρομικού Ταμιευτηρίου, που συνταράσσει τραπεζικά και επιχειρηματικά κέντρα, είναι μόλις η κορυφή του «παγόβουνου» των δικογραφιών που εξετάζονται από την εισαγγελική ομάδα Διαφθοράς.
The girls who kicked corruption’s nest ....

Up the Adriatic

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Southerly blow through the Straits of Otranto - a glimpse of the Karaburun Peninsular

A sturdy blow from the south as the ferry rolls gently north, all but immune to weather.
Adriatic afternoon - 24 hour voyage from Igoumenitsa to Mestre

The night before we arrived in Igoumenitsa on the small ferry from Corfu, we slept at a guest house. Earlier we’d walked from the Zygos Hotel opposite the main ferry terminal along a kilometre of excavated road as the project to develop the port advanced– dug since we were here on 2 January.
“Will this bring prosperity?”
“No” said Lin
We wandered at the new places that would front the landscaping. Plate windows, big lettered neon signs, prominent graphics, large stage-lit cafés with shiny chrome, glass tables and vinyl banquettes in garish colours – all the opposite of the muted intimacy I prefer. Numerous travel agencies dot the town’s uncompleted frontage; lit even more brightly; occasional people sitting at counters, in one or two places a customer.
“It’s Edward Hopper country. Without the danger.”
“Who uses these places?” wondered Lin
“Why all these travel agents? Especially now when you can buy tickets on line or by phone”
Sign upon sign – Minoan, Anek, Blue Star, Endeavor Lines, Agoudimos, Superfast, Grimaldi
One of numerous travel agents in Igoumenitsa

“They can’t all own each other. Wherever we travel they're always two-thirds empty or carrying trucks that would hardly need travel agents…or are they all laundering money like the tanning shops round Naples? Yet if you want a ferry between the Ionian Islands there are none. You always end up having to go via the mainland, unless it's a  day trip to Paxos from Corfu or to Levkas from Kephalonia. Island hopping without a yacht is impossible."
“Perhaps’ suggested Lin “people use the offices to set up larger scale freight contracts; plan distribution round the Adriatic, the Aegean, the Black Sea and beyond”
When we finally came upon some back streets we searched vainly for a tavern; one we’d enjoyed a few year back; lit by bulbs with lampshades; family-run with chicken and pork on a spit sizzling over embers; cosy interior with wooden seats and tables; no photos of dishes in several languages.
“It’s gone, hasn’t it?”
“For sure”
INSTITUTION OF CONCRETISATION OF ORGANISM OF PORT OF IGOUMENITSA S.A
Heading back along the clawed up highway, which for once afforded generous space for people on foot – not something Igoumenitsa’s new port designers seem to have considered (see the maquette for the development on display in the ferry terminal) – we glimpsed a place I’d have chosen were it not now too late in the evening – Emily’s? Timos?, the one with the painting of a schooner, half-felled tree and chaffinch, both weeping - a reference to the great population exchange - ἡ ἀνταλλαγή - between Greece and Turkey in 1922.

I’d had a snack there on my own early one morning in winter 2012 enjoying a friendly doggerel chat with the owner. He'd asked where I was from.
“Corfu”
“No but where are you from?”
“Ah yes. From England”
I was laughing inwardly at the reply – unspoken - that had sprung to mind at his question
“I’m not foreign. I’m English” <Δεν είμαι ξένη. Είμαι αγγλικά> That’s us in nutshell.

The air-seats on the Anek ferry Audacia were occupied by only a few foreigners on the floor in sleeping bags, equipped for going without a cabin – probably Balkan but not Greek. Ha!
“This is civilised”
I’d noted that all the tipping seats had arm-rests that could be raised allowing us to lie along them to sleep. On most ferries this is impossible.
“They don’t like people not buying cabins to be too comfortable" Camped here and not in the saloon amid tactically placed luggage, politely refusing waiter service – after one small cup of coffee at €3.

I snoozed for an hour after Audacia left Igoumenitsa and its friendly collarless dogs roaming at ease through barriers we need papers to pass, wagging their tails - on the road, inside the terminal, along the concrete quay watching the big boats come and go with their churning, rumbling echoing clangs. I read for a while. I got up and climbed the iron stairs to the Solarium deck – vast as a soccer pitch, marked for helicopter landing. In the early light we were entering the Corfu Channel, the closer shores speeding by either side.
Ano Korakiana - centre below steepening Trompetta

I took a reverse photo of the familiar scene from our balcony when I watch the ferries gliding in and out of the straits - Ano Korakiana a small wavy strip of rubble against the darker sides of Trompetta, soon hidden by the narrows as the ship drives past the sullied slopes between Nissaki and Kassiopi where the Junta allowed the Lopakhins to hack roads and ledges for Corfu’s rich north western suburbia. Gripped by schadenfreude I contemplate horizon pools now subject to tax and even worse...
...a tale of delightful woe told by a friend who works on them – a horizon pool jolted by an earth tremor – a slight subsidence making it no longer spirit-level horizontal, so it leaks at one end.
“Short stay visitors will hardly notice as they enjoy the pool, but if it’s yours the tiny decline from perfect is an ever-present irritant"
A blemish in the dreamed perfection of a photograph. An island in the sea should need no swimming pools. They steal water and often end up polluting the sea as they are emptied into it when cleaned.
“You put it right, make it horizontal again, but ever after you’re wondering if the same thing will happen again”
“Couldn’t we” suggested Lin “start a business marketing gimballed swimming pools?”

I was amid a 360° panorama. The tails of southern Albania, and northern Epirus and north east Corfu - shores close enough to make out buildings and outcrops of rock reaching into the sea. The chill tempted me indoors but for a wish to watch our curving route through the channel. Another ferry surged by southward.

The distant sides of the mountain behind Corfu Town held a dawn glimmer in a drear landscape that seemed to hang over the land weeping opaque columns of driving rain; the heights of Corfu dwarfed by the peaks to the east – bleak precipices veined with snow, peaks lost in the drenching overcast. Ugly and uninviting; hemming the city of Saranda to starboard. Ismail’s Kadare’s depthless Albania of endless rain.
Saranda in Albania

Now well astern I saw the ferry that had passed turning almost sideways to us to enter the narrows before disappearing between headlands. I had not realised how the channel closes behind a ship passing through, so that entering it uninformed, a sailor sees a deep inlet rather than the entrance to the Sea of Corfu.
In the saloon people were watching one of the many large screen TVs with extra attention as we were shown fractured roads and collapsed buildings - a second and larger earthquake below Kephalonia, but no dead or seriously hurt. A headline that won't sell papers came to mind.
"It'll be good in the end" said Lin "Lots of construction work. Jobs. People helping one another."
I’d said I’d wake Lin the next morning as we entered Venice. Our ship, instead of gliding under tow through the channel between Giudecca and the city, so we could gaze down on the hallowed architecture of Venice...
Seaward entrance to the Grand Canal


J M W Turner 
..delivered us instead to the Port of Mestre via a fogged avenue of sea markers between mudbanks and barren gravelly ground recovered from the lagoon...


...until we reversed into a container depot laced with service roads and long quays as efficient in transhipment of goods through Europe and beyond as Venice is in handling its freight of tourists like us.
"It's not at first romantic" I said "but it's a stunning place. Goodness knows what activities, what busy-ness, what ambition and depravity, tragedy and excitement is spread around this great stew of sealed boxes shipping to and from the rest of the world...and it's good that big ships are excluded from the Giudecca channel, if that's the case rather than Anek seeking a cheaper berth."



As the small cargo of truck disembarked, a minibus brought us few foot passengers to Mestre Station to catch one of many trains to Venice Santa Lucia.
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Using copies of hand written lists in Greek and English made by Angeliki I've typed out a first draft of a list of the works of Aristedes Metallinos in chronological order and e-mailed them as a nine page file to Irini S, Effie S and John P.

Hoopoe Ο τσαλαπετεινός - 1977
Makarios Μακάριος - 1974

It's good to be in England

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...even though we are missing Ano Korakiana's Carnival and Pancake Day... ΤσικνοΠέμπτη 
Τσικνίσματα
Γράφει ο/η Κβκ   
20.02.14
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Τσικνοπέμπτη απόψε και η Αρκούδενα απέκτησε ασυνήθιστη για την καθημερινότητά της κίνηση. Οι ασχολούμενοι με τη διοργάνωση του Καρναβαλιού, κυρίως οι νεώτεροι, έδωσαν το σύνθημα για τη βραδινή συνάντηση με μουσική και τσίκνισμα, όπως θέλει το έθιμο, σε συνεργασία με το «Καφέ-Piatsa»…Όλα αυτά ενόψει της καρναβαλικής εβδομάδας που έρχεται…
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Υ.Γ. Τα εύσημα των καρναβαλιστών απέσπασε απόψε ο Δημήτρης Κουτσούπης, που καθάρισε με το χορτοκοπτικό του τις άκρες του κεντρικού δρόμου στην Πλαγιά...Από αρκετούς συνδιάστηκε με την έλευση του Βασιλέα Καρνάβαλου!!! 
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Miserable story in The Independent  Tough austerity measures in Greece leave nearly a million people with no access to healthcare, leading to soaring infant mortality, HIV infection and suicide...Austerity measures imposed by the Greek government since the economic crisis have inflicted 'shocking' harm on the health of the population, leaving nearly a million people without access to healthcare, experts have said...the Independent story is based on an article in The Lancet also referred to here:

Summary: Greece's economic crisis has deepened since it was bailed out by the international community in 2010. The country underwent the sixth consecutive year of economic contraction in 2013, with its economy shrinking by 20% between 2008 and 2012, and anaemic or no growth projected for 2014. Unemployment has more than tripled, from 7·7% in 2008 to 24·3% in 2012, and long-term unemployment reached 14·4%. We review the background to the crisis, assess how austerity measures have affected the health of the Greek population and their access to public health services, and examine the political response to the mounting evidence of a Greek public health tragedy.
Extract: The cost of adjustment is being borne mainly by ordinary Greek citizens. They are subject to one of the most radical programmes of welfare-state retrenchment in recent times, which in turn affects population health. Yet despite this clear evidence, there has been little agreement about the causal role of austerity. There is a broad consensus that the social sector in Greece was in grave need of reform, with widespread corruption, misuse of patronage, and inefficiencies, and many commentators ave noted that the crisis presented an opportunity to introduce long-overdue changes. Greek Government officials, and several sympathetic comm- entators, have argued that the introduction of the wide- ranging changes and deep public-spending cuts have not damaged health and, indeed, might lead to long-term improvements. Officials have denied that vulnerable groups (eg, homeless or uninsured people) have been denied access to health care, and claim that those who are unable to afford public insurance contributions still receive free care.However, the scientific literature presents a different picture. In view of this detailed body of evidence for the harmful effects of austerity on health, the failure of public recognition of the issue by successive Greek Governments and international agencies is remarkable. Indeed, the predominant response has been denial that any serious difficulties exist, although this response is not unique to Greece; the Spanish Government has been equally reluctant to concede the harm caused by its policies. This dismissal meets the criteria for denialism, which refuses to acknowledge, and indeed attempts to discredit, scientific research.During the first years of the crisis the international community was largely silent about this issue, giving its tacit support to the austerity pursued by successive Greek Governments. One exception has been the European Centre for Disease Control, which has long been concerned about the health hazards of austerity.The experience of other countries in dealing with crises could have helped to guide policy makers. For example, after Iceland’s acute crisis in 2008, the country rejected advice from the International Monetary Fund to slash its health-care and social services budget and instead opted to maintain welfare policies crucial to support its citizens...
Some tables in this article are based on a slightly confusing acronym - OR = odds ratio. e.g. 'The OR for the age variable is the change in odds of unmet need when age increases by 1 year.' Although children's and babies' health is being harmed, there's greater risk of worse health care in the Republic as you get older.
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Against a company represented by a solicitor, Linda won her case, defending herself in the Birmingham Small Claims Court on 11 February, against the plaintiff, ParkingEye, who sought to charge her £85 for parking over two hours at Newtown Shopping Centre near the end of 2012.
ParkingEye paid Lin's copying costs

I expected Linda to win. She was more cautious. It's not her first piece of successful litigation. I'm proud of my wife. ParkingEye bit off more than they could chew when they tried to frighten her. Linda's a fine advocate who did her homework over many hours. She also knew where to look for help - ParkingPrankster, not me (I get about on a bicycle). Since the judgement I find we're told by friends directly, and via FB, who've had similar experiences, that when they got a demand to pay from one of these parking pirates "it was easier just to pay up". PE and similar companies are profiting from their ability to scare people, not their ability to mount an effective court case. I wish such abuses could be examined in County Court so that this business could be more widely exposed and even stopped via a legal precedent of the kind Small Claims cannot establish, but these companies will be steered away from such courts by their lawyers, fearful of exposure, once judges, juries and barristers have time to review what's been going on in shopping centre car parks all over the UK. It''s even possible shop owners will begin to wonder what relying on companies like PE to 'manage' their customers' parking, is doing for their reputation and profits.'

Ήμασταν στην Αγγλία για το Καρναβάλι

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Τελευταία βδομάδα του Καρναβαλιού και οι προετοιμασίες για την τελευταία Κυριακή, εναλάσσονται με τη διασκέδαση…
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Rehearsing for Carnival in kafeneio Kefalloniti
Τελευταία βδομάδα του Καρναβαλιού και οι προετοιμασίες για την τελευταία Κυριακή, εναλάσσονται με τη διασκέδαση. Έτσι τα μέλη του Χορευτικού τμήματος της Φιλαρμονικής (γυναίκες στη μεγάλη τους πλειοψηφία), «έκλεισαν» το καφενείο Κεφαλωνίτη το περασμένο Σάββατο και ο χορός καλά κρατούσε…επί ώρες!

From Sunday, in the week before Carnival, rehearsal mixed with fun; the members of the dance department of the Band (mainly women), 'closed' the kafeneio Kefalloniti last Saturday and danced -hours into the night! (my translation)
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Carnival 2014 in Ano Korakiana will be on Sunday 2 March
[Blog on Ano Korakiana Carnival in 2011}
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I woke at first light. Warm under the duvet. The pleasure of knowing I didn't need to get up for a couple of hours. Later Oscar woke me squeaking to go down stairs and bark at something in the garden. 14th Feb 18.30, the AGM of the Friends of Black Patch Park went well; no not just 'well', far better than I and, I suspect, others had believed. 
Black Patch Park in winter - we used this for a Christmas Card (Photo: Karen Fry 2005)

It was our Chairman's introduction carried us. There's no government money; little chance of grants. I'm not alone in getting tired of one member's enthusiasm for football on the Black Patch and a promise to restore a derelict community centre that seems lost in space. The council's copied us a model lease, a stewardship agreement. Sandwell seem to think we've the capacity to run this place. They are Sandwell Parks Department, Property Services, Estates..It hardly matters. They've gone very quiet. And me? I've no intention of supporting the idea. See this messed up building handed to inadequate management. Even if restored to a standard. Sold on to someone who thinks 'wedding venue'? I think not. But Ron Collins sat calmly in a circle of six in a little room off the main hall of Bishop Latimer Church in Winson Green and changed my mind enough to want to stay engaged. A few days later at my request he e-mailed me a draft of his five minute talk - in text punctuated with his characteristic deference: 
Dear Simon. Here goes:  
We are at a very uncertain time regarding Local Authority funding, cutbacks, etc, etc. However it is also a significant time for Friends of Black Patch Park. After losing ground to falling membership and lack of interest, from so many people, I think that we are now on the verge of moving forward into a new era.It is my belief and that of a few others that, to begin to fulfil our role - by which I mean our aims stated over the years e.g. Keep Use or Improve - to begin to effectively implement any further activity, of pretty well any kind, we need to reinstate the Community Centre building.It's quite obvious, really, that the footballers need changing rooms. I believe Simon said as much to Birmingham Evening Mail in 2007. It then follows that toilets will be provided. Once these are established, we will have a space where anyone can have a cup of tea or, indeed, a meeting.The space will facilitate/enable any number of uses and activities. As well as a room for our meetings, it can be an exhibition space, a classroom, if outside activities are rained off. It could be our shop-window to clue people in to all of the various strands that come together at Black Patch Park.Whenever [Simon's] Vision for Black Patch Park was created [year?] it says 'Promote the use of the park as a valuable resource for Learning Outside the Classroom' and 'Promote opportunities for children's play'.Before inviting or encouraging any more people to use the park we need loos.So, we have footballers, schoolchildren, Ted's Romany gatherings, us - the 'Friends'. I sense that we are gathering a community of park users.I also think that the strength gained from building this community of users should, through engendering pride in the place, bring about more conviction, and the necessity to address the issues that we will have, e.g. flytipping. A bigger voice will result in a more effective response.So, I don't know if you will all agree but I envisage Black Patch Park as a multi-use space that is attractive, non-threatening and inviting to all members of any communities that wish to use it. As mentioned, my definition of communities includes any local residents, schoolchildren, footballers, their supporters, any friends or family of Romanies, tourists, in fact anyone.People may come to honour the Romany Gypsy heritage that is there. [I think] Fans of Charlie Chaplin will wish to visit his birthplace.Others will wish to visit the birthplace of the Industrial Revolution - Soho Foundry.Still others will want to just enjoy the park for its flora and fauna; the birds, bats, trees or just enjoy the fact of it being a quiet green haven in this area, which isn't otherwise so quiet or green. There will, perhaps, be people here with their own preferences: some more into nature and ecology than football; more into sitting on a bench than industrial history. What I would like to stress is that, whatever your interest in or use that you make of Black Patch Park,nobody loses out.  I believe that everyone gains from this move into [using] the Community Centre. Nothing works against the interest of others. We saved Black Patch Park from development. The trees including all the birds and creatures will still be here after all of us are gone. It's a matter of what condition we can bring the park up to. Nostalgia ain't what it used to be...and, in most cases, people die off. The things that they remember are forgotten - as the world replaces rebuilds itself.  But, maintaining this space; the park, the foundry, the community centre, the Romany memorial, will ensure that we establish a legacy that is tangible, that can be seen and remembered by future generations and that it does not become just a few old photos and knick-knacks in a library archive or museum - like so much else that we know has been rubbed out, built upon, transformed and, finally, disappears with the last people who remember what it was like to live there, work there or play there. We can make this place a 'reminder' to the world. [?]
I think that's it, Simon. Not sure about the last sentence, though. Regards Ron 
Stacy Dooley, Phil Crumpton, Ron Collins - Friends of Black Patch Park - discussing at Ron's brain-storm for the park

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Handsworth Helping Hands - it's been busy. This was just one of our Skip-it Don't tip-it days; this one in Church Vale and Robert Road, Handsworth.
Today we worked with local residents, our own volunteers (Denise, Linda, Winnie, John, Mike, Jan, Jimoh, Simon) with Fleet and Waste Management (crusher truck and street sweeper) and Midland Heart colleagues, to do another 'SKIP-IT DON'T TIP-IT' day in Church Vale and Robert Road, Handsworth. Starting with two skips provided by BCC through Ken Brown, we soon found these filled to the brim, so a third skip was ordered - this one from Bogans. Waste that couldn't be skipped, much of it fly-tipping, was collected in volume and taken away in the BCC crusher truck. We met and helped several householders clear accumulations of rubbish from their back gardens. The street sweeper followed the waste collection, clearing anything that fell on the ground as all manner of muck was heaved into the three skips. Box after box of plastic bottles and drinks cans were collected for recycling and the HHH van was used to fill a Midland Heart skip to the brim from one back yard in Robert Road. It was another day of partnership helping to clean up a small part of Handworth.

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...but there are rewards picking up household throwaways withHandsworth Helping Hands. Someone got rid of this little globe and now our grandson has a whole world in his hands (:))
Oliver and his nan

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Royal navy postcard - written on the back 'Smyrna in Flames Sept 1922'
Nigel Farage isn’t a nasty man. He's popular in sections. Married to a German, parent of two children, cricketer, no thug, not racist, born in a Kent village near Canterbury with a metropolitan career, before politics, in banking, he speaks of his idea of how England, perhaps ‘Britain’, its cities and market towns, have become....What did he say in Torquay last week?
“...this country in a short space of time has frankly become unrecognisable” (18.40-18.43 on video)
He might have described something similarly 'foreign' in the, once, rich cosmopolitan cities of Constantinople, Cairo, Alexandria, Smyrna, Thessaloniki; spoken - "frankly" - in worried ways about their messy hybridity; their polyglot incomprehensibility, a slight vexation that that they too had become “unrecognisable”. Over the twentieth century similar apprehensions, even hopes, in the minds of others, have laundered the diversity of those great cities; the population exchange of 1922 under the Treaty of Lausanne removed Greeks from Istanbul, victims of the 'Great IdeaΜεγάλη Ιδέα' and popularly nurtured fears of irredentism, parallel dynamics to those Farage described to UKIP's Spring Conference. In 1922 the bloody catastrophe of Smyrna cleansed that city of its Greeks; renamed it Izmir. Nazi’s murdered the Jews of the great trading port of Thessaloniki. A new kind of Islamisation has dispersed those an Arab empire once harboured. Sephardic refugees found haven under in Istanbul from Christian persecution in Spain;  so the high politics of the Middle East, drives Jews from, is driving Coptic Christians away, from modern Alexandria and Cairo. The remaining Orthodox Christians of Istanbul cluster defensively in Karaköy - once Galata.
“It’s so depressing to see these great cosmopolitan places blighted by a contemporary yearning for homogeneity” I muttered to Wesley a few weeks ago, at lunch in his and Stefie's home in Ano Korakiana.
He replied “Hold on, Simon! You enjoy diversity, things cosmopolitan?”
“Of course”
“Yes Istanbul and Cairo may have changed in ways you regret, but look at London, most of the cities of Northern Europe, and your Birmingham, and Leeds, Manchester, Liverpool. What about New York, Seattle, Melbourne, Sydney? Things change. They shift.”
I perked up thinking of my own streets in Handsworth. What Farage calls ‘unrecognisable’ is where I’m at home. I once wrote of this - about the internal heterogeneity that enjoys it in the world - internal polity...
140 Soho Road

Soho Road, Handsworth, Birmingham - one of my homes
The provinces of his body revolted,
The squares of his mind were empty,
Silence invaded the suburbs,...

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I rose in the morning sun shone through the stained glass of our house. I saw the dress Lin had bought in Corfu in January. I felt prescient; a micro-second of incandescent content. She'll be a strong woman μια ισχυρή γυναίκα.
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Here, in a well-filled nutshell, is the driving force for changing Greece.

The work undertaken by the Greek authorities in recent years to reinforce competition law and strengthen the Hellenic Competition Commission  Ελληνική Επιτροπή Ανταγωνισμού, to simplify business administration and to liberalise professional services, has demonstrated their political willingness to address existing regulatory barriers to competition that have contributed to holding back the economic recovery.The Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development (OECD) Competition Assessment of Laws and Regulations in Greece project, through the scrutiny of legislation in four sectors of the Greek economy – food processing, retail trade, building materials and tourism – has led to the identification of 555 regulatory restrictions. These regulations were selected as being potentially harmful to competition from the original 1053 legal texts chosen for analysis, using the OECD's Competition Assessment Toolkit. In total, the report makes 329 specific recommendations to mitigate harm to competition.1 In addition, 40 provisions were found to constitute an administrative burden on businesses.
Summary of the legal provisions analysed by sector 
If the recommendations detailed in this report are implemented, benefits to consumers in Greece and to the Greek economy should arise in all four sectors. Throughout the project, we have thought to identify the sources of those benefits and, where possible, provide quantitative estimates. Such estimates are made on the basis of experiences of deregulation in other countries in some instances, or by relating conservative estimates of efficiency gains to the overall size of the business activity affected. More specifically, if the particular restrictions that have been identified during the project are lifted, the OECD has calculated a positive effect to the Greek economy of around €5.2 billion. This estimated amount stems from the nine broad issues that we were able to quantify (representing 66 provisions out of 329); in other words, the full effect on the Greek economy is likely to be even larger. The amount is the total of the estimated resulting positive effects on consumer surplus, increased expenditure and higher turnover, respectively, in the sectors analysed, as a result of removing current regulatory barriers to competition.
In addition, we consider that the cumulative, long-term impact on the Greek economy of lifting all the restrictions identified as harmful, including those that were more technical in nature (for instance regulations on foodstuffs), should not be underestimated, since the rationalisation of the body of legislation in these sectors will also positively affect the ability of businesses to compete in the longer term, provided that the recommendations are implemented fully.Such benefits generally take the form of lower prices and greater choice and variety for consumers. Often this will result from entry of new, more efficient firms, or from existing suppliers finding more efficient forms of production under competitive pressure.
Naturally, in some cases there will be a trade-off in terms of the cost of implementing the recommendations. The OECD work has focused entirely on analysing the harm to competition from the regulatory restrictions identified, and how to mitigate it; but in some cases there is likely to be some cost involved in reforming the legislation. It may be the case, for instance, that a funding gap will be created by the lifting of levies on goods or services previously used to finance pension funds. The OECD work on competition assessment does not calculate these costs. Rather it is a study that assesses the harm to competition from the restrictions identified, mainly to consumers, but also to Greek businesses that cannot compete freely. The harm can therefore be thought of as the overall loss of efficiency to the Greek economy.

Key recommendations (out of a total of 329 recommendations)
  • Repeal obsolete and outdated legislation for the four sectors analysed, especially from the Code of Foodstuffs and Beverages.
  • Abolish all barriers to entry that have been identified. These include the strict licensing requirements in the asphalt sector; minimum requirements for storage, or minimum capital requirements in the building materials sector; numerous barriers to investment in tourism activities, such as geographical restrictions or minimum quality requirements; limits on tourist coach activities; restrictions on offices of travel agents; limits to the trade of blended olive oils; and so on.
  • Abolish any requirement to seek price approval or to submit prices to the authorities or to trade and industry associations for all tourist activities.
  • Remove all third-party levies and fees. These include the tax on advertising and the levies on flour and on cement.
  • Fully liberalise Sunday trading, including for stores above 250m2, shopping malls and outlets.
  • The five-day restriction on the shelf life of milk should be lifted. The product’s use-by date should be determined by the producers, according to their pasteurisation methods and the relevant EU regulation. Milk cartons should be clearly stamped with the date of production and the valid-to date.
  • Prices of over-the-counter medicines (OTCs) and dietary supplements such as vitamins should be liberalised. This should be done in conjunction with a full liberalisation of the distribution channels.
  • Retailers should be able to decide freely on shop promotions and discounts, including on the determination of periods of seasonal sales.
  • The regulation of cruises should be relaxed by lifting the round-trip restriction on cruises leaving a Greek port, so as to allow passengers to embark the cruise at one port and disembark at another port.
  • The five-mile restriction on moorings should be lifted, allowing marina operators to compete with nearby commercial or fishing ports on prices.
  • Finally, horizontal regulations that hamper or thwart the proper functioning of markets should be removed to allow competition to drive efficiency gains and increase productivity across all sectors of the Greek economy.
Provided all the recommendations are fully implemented, the benefits to the Greek economy will include the emergence of more competitive markets, resulting in faster productivity growth over time. In this report we do not attempt to estimate this effect. However, in Australia, which undertook a broad programme to remove regulatory barriers to competition in the 1990s, there have been significant benefits. In 2005 the Productivity Commission examined the effects of selected pro-competitive reforms and calculated that, by enhancing productivity in particular sectors, they had boosted Australia’s GDP by about 2.5% above levels that would have otherwise prevailed. Increased competition in the Greek economy resulting from our recommendations can arise in several different ways, such as:
  • removal of barriers to competition between existing suppliers;
  • removal of constraints upon the ability of existing suppliers to compete;
  • removal of restrictions on the entry of new suppliers, or innovative forms of supply; and
  • reduction of costs that are particularly likely to hinder competition, for example because they make it harder to advertise, or impose heavy costs on smaller or newer suppliers in the market.
However, to ensure that these benefits will eventually benefit the Greek consumers, it is important that the suggested measures are fully implemented. Partial lifting of restrictions will yield only partial results. Moreover, this should be seen as only the first part of a much longer process. The OECDCompetition Assessment project carried out an ex post assessment of existing legislation and found valuable and meaningful results. To safeguard these results for the future, regulatory impact assessment (RIA), with a particular focus on competition impact assessment of new legislation at the drafting stage, should become an integral part of the policy-making process. 
    Notes
  1. 1. In 186 cases we make no recommendation. In these cases the restriction was found to be proportional to the policy objective, or the restriction stems from harmonised EU legislation. In some cases, the restrictive provision was abolished during the course of the investigation, and hence no recommendation was made in the final report. All cases are clearly signalled in Annex B.
  2. 2. These regulations do not have a direct bearing on competition; nonetheless, they constitute burdens on businesses and clearly affect the business environment. The OECD is undertaking a joint project with the Greek Ministry of Administrative Reform and e-Government to measure and reduce the administrative burden in 13 sectors. The restrictions identified were passed on to the Greek government. 

Gov't strives for a deal with troika amid persisting rifts



Marathon talks between government officials and troika envoys over the weekend made progress in some areas but the two sides remained far from an agreement, sources indicated on Monday, stressing however that the goal remained to reach a deal before next Monday’s Eurogroup summit.
“It’s a tough situation,” a senior government official told Kathimerini on Monday following talks that began on Sunday at 8 p.m. and finished in the early hours of Clean Monday. “We’ve still got a long road ahead,” the official said, adding that all technical-level proposals by the Greek side had been exhausted and it was time “for a political decision.”....

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Greek Reporter 5 March 2014:  
Samaras, Venizelos Meet On Troika Rift
As a logjam over unresolved reforms remains with international lenders,  Greek Prime Minister Antonis Samaras is set to meet with his Deputy Premier, PASOK Socialist leader Evangelos Venizelos, on March 5 to try to find a way to break it before Eurozone finance chiefs meet next week over whether to okay release of a pending nine billion euro installment.
The government has committed to 80% of 153 undone reforms recommended in a so-called Toolkit from the Paris-based Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD) but that hasn’t satisfied the Troika of the European Union-International Monetary Fund-European Central Bank (EU-IMF-ECB).
Also on the table is a dispute over how much more money Greek banks need on top of the €50 billion from $325 billion in two bailouts. The estimates range from €5-20 billion and are holding up a resolution on the talks and as the Bank of Greece this week is set to reveal the results of stress tests on state financial institutions.
Samaras and Venizelos are scheduled to talk a day after intense negotiations between the Troika’s envoys and Greek ministers, led by finance chief Yannis Stournaras, who also briefed the Premier.
After all the major structural reforms that have been plodded through, the negotiators are also down to minutiae as well, including lender demands to extend the shelf life of milk – essentially to allow sales of expired products – and to let supermarkets sell non-prescription drugs, an idea fiercely fought by pharmacists who want to keep a monopoly.

Kathimerini editorial 4 March 2014:
A country of vested interests
Certain Greek politicians are finally willing to talk about a fact that previously was never mentioned in public dialogue. This is a country of comfortably entrenched vested interests that are battling to make sure that absolutely nothing ever changes. The only thing they are interested in is maintaining the kind of privileges they gained under particularly nontransparent circumstances. We, the consumers, however – people who end up paying hefty prices for numerous consumer goods in order to keep these vested interests and privileges alive – have proved incapable of developing our own, efficient anti-vested interest network. That is why, on the one hand, we allow all the various lobbies representing the vested interests to monopolise public dialogue, while on the other we fail to provide sufficient support to those very few politicians who are willing to make the kind of difference that would prove beneficial to us all.
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Lin phoned. I was enjoying Lurleen's sweet and savoury pancakes at Livingstone Road Allotments clubhouse and nattering to Denise.
Lurleen cooks pancakes at Livingstone Allotments

When was I coming home, she wanted to know.
"In about half an hour....So?"
She'd been to Good Hope for Amy's latest scan
"A girl" I don't think Lin was surprised. She knew already.
A grand-daughter in July

I shared the news with the lunch club.
"I don't mind if it's boy or girl, but I like the idea of a pigeon pair"
Later talking to Rob in the club I asked him if anyone was planting.
"No-one. Put potatoes in now they'll rot."
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On Tuesday we were babysitting Oliver. When it was my turn we - Oliver, Oscar and I - went to the park and looked at trees, birds and lots of damp grass. I watched Oliver inspecting puddles, tramping up and down in shallow muddy pools, unwilling to catch up, so we could go to the playground before walking home.
Oliver enjoying paddling in Handsworth Park

We dropped in on John Rose's house - three down from ours. Cup of tea and chat, Oscar and Dieter, best of friends, wandering in and out of the garden. A neighbour, George, came round - a bit shaky, just out of hospital. A beer for him and then one for me. Oliver picked biscuits from a pile John had put on the table and fed the dogs, wandered around interesting himself as we talked about the scourge of high cost short term lending. John has been part of the new Archbishop of Canterbury's campaign to help show how private loan companies work. He and others have been mystery shopping for loans, swimming with sharks, and reporting back on the results.
"As financial regulations have tightened in the US, these companies have migrated here"
The archbishop, Justin Welby, worked in the oil industry; he understands finance; has an informed headstart in pressing for tighter financial controls over payday loan companies preying on the poor; rules that come in this April with stricter regulation which should level the ground for Credit Unions to offer similar loans at far lower interest.
It was a pleasant interval, Oliver amusing himself as John, I and George, put the world to rights.
"A pretty pass we've come to making fun of the poor"
"Like going to Bedlam to mock the mad. A spectacle. Poverty porn - and all in the best possible taste"
"It's not as if we don't see people here who are poor, see them in their variety, some dead souls, others hustling, others in quiet retreat. Meantime the very rich have done a swell job getting the surviving poor to hate the one's that struggle and fall"
I had in mind my dialogue with Jan Didrichsen, continuing....a letter last Spring:
Dear J. I suspect that as April's welfare reforms begin to bite, we will encounter, even more than usual, the ugly habit of demonising the poor - about which I know no better remark than this - from the great American writer, Herman Melville, who spent time on a US warship in the 19th century and encountered the justification of the officer class for flogging the lower deck. Such cruelty was essential given the dangerous and depraved behaviour such punishments were designed to quell.
‘Depravity in the oppressed is no apology for the oppressor; but rather an additional stigma to him, as being in large degree, the effect, and not the cause and justification of oppression’ Chap 14 ‘White Jacket’
"The trouble is that there's no narrative, no story robust enough, John. There's the Marxist stuff. Private Eye is better; articulate, wry, researched. The story being told at the moment is the one that says being poor is your own fault. But on top of that is a layer of ironic cruelty. Poverty is now an entertainment. It's like that ground breaking Tiger in your tank ad for petrol, The punters did the advertising. They paid for it. That was a famous first. Now the punters confess in entertaining ways that their condition is of their own creation. It's brilliant. We take punters being billboards for granted now. So the obscene gap between the rich and the poor.  It makes the story of fault so much more convincing! The fib - a good semi-truth - has such currency among us, yet composed and recomposed in places with spotless floors and high views, disseminated assiduously by the media of the mighty. Poverty is panem. Povery is the circus. Hunger games."
Wetness

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Why I like/dislike Facebook - there's so much work to be done...

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Just watched 'Ikuru' filmed in 1952 - a Japanese film that reminded me of 'It's a Wonderful Life' (1946) - a reminder that there are better things to do than take to making blue crystal meth when you get terminal cancer - much as we enjoyed 'Breaking Bad'

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The smell of mildew was increasing inside my smallest shed. Everything is so jumbled up in there, it’s taking me ages simply to assemble the tools I need for a job.

It's worse than I realised
“That shed’s just far too small for everything that's got to go in it”

“But I can’t bring myself to pay for another, Lin. Get rid of the old one? Assemble another? I just haven't the time”

“Suit yourself”

I began emptying everything out. No rain for a while. Things can stay out overnight. It was clear the shed floor and lower planks were sodden; rotten through.

“Just take it all out. Put in a new floor” says Lin

These jobs are such an opportunity to think about other things like, wasn't it around now that Socrates was sentenced to death for corrupting the youth of Athens, or a century and a third since Wordsworth wrote about remembering childhood, and, when I was two, the start of the Battle of Monte Cassino in which our Polish neighbour fought; the monastery - a restored building we glimpsed above us from the back end of a busy fast train from Rome to Bari seven years ago. It was Easter, we couldn't get seats, sat on our suitcases looking out at the passing rails through our carriage's vertical glass back door. It was 15th of March, the Ides, an evening twenty years ago, Jack, my stepfather, died in Dorchester.


Without thinking how to do it, I set about with my splitting maul, wielding it carefully in the confines of the shed. Bang, bang, bang, bang. Out came a pile of semi-rotted deal to be stacked in a recycling box, followed by four barrows of damp earth gathered from the back of the shed, the main source of damp. I scraped back to the garden wall with a trowel; spread two spare sacks of sand and pebble to cover the mix of brick and slabs on the floor and drove out to my allotment with the HHH van and carried back two hefty pallets that weren’t doing much. One fitted neatly on the gravel. I cut a third off the other with a handsaw and slipped it into the remaining gap, nailing a sheet of roofing felt to the wall struts to cover the gaps at the foot of the shed. The shelves, wiped with bleach, went back in. I began disposing, sorting and restocking the shed. The stuff outside, minus bags of waste, and scrap and excess tools for charity and items for the allotment, begins to go back inside; approaching order of a sort where was confusion. The musty smell is gone, part dispersed by several days without rain.   


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The Japanese quince in our front garden and the cherry behind it are blossoming. But too many of the front gardens in our street have been cleared for car parking. I pointed out the blossom to Oliver on a babysitting day; also snow drops, crocuses and daffodils. It's O's second spring. I imagine his brain taking photos, embedding colours. 
Japonica and Cherry in our front garden
Saturday round teatime. House warm. Amy and Linda chatting. My grandson sleeps on my knee. I fidgeted. He fidgeted and he slept on. What i wonder does he dream in this time when he hardly knows the difference between dreaming and waking and when he wakes cannot tell us what he dreamed.

Freud claimed small children dream straightforwardly of the fulfillment of wishes - the 'dream day'. In grown-ups the situation's more confused, their dreams subjected to distortion in the light of common day, disguised by a stew of unconscious impressions and wishes. 
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
        Hath had elsewhere its setting,
          And cometh from afar:
        Not in entire forgetfulness,
        And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come  
        From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
When Oliver awoke he cried inconsolably for a while. Neither Linda, his nana, nor our daughter could comfort him. He held out his arms to return to me, where he continued crying. Our Amy said "He often does that when he wakes suddenly."
Was it the abrupt difference between being asleep and awake, or is it teeth coming through? Later I turned on the computer and looked at ourselves in Photo Booth. 
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At last I've been able to get out to our allotment. Taj has removed much weed and piled up many stones. I pay him. I value his help even as I know employing him has changed my earlier intention of proving I could do this all myself, saving money.  No question that I'm exemplifying that NHS contention that allotments are a middle-class hobby. My plot is showing earth in marked contrast to my neighbours, one of whom I learn has left while the other has effectively disappeared. The ground is ready for planting; drying swiftly in the sun. 

I dug in three rows of first earlies. The little seed spuds were not all chitting. I laid them down about eight to twelve inches apart in rows two feet apart, added some of the topsoil I'd bought last year and raked them over smooth with a bamboo markers at each end of the rows. Sleep now my little spuds and grow. I'll put in more tomorrow.
The HHH van helped me deliver some useful items scavenged by Handsworth Helping Hands, during our last street clearance; things would otherwise have gone to the tip - a bucket, a waste box, shelves and a water butt that just needed a new tap.
I'm becoming more acquainted with rubbish - scrabbling in it, picking it up with gloved hands and spade, grab-n-lift leaf collector. Some trash is easy - already bagged, not too heavy. Most is more intractible - shards of glass mixed into weeds, rotting used nappies in leaking plastic bags, open spilled paint cans, hardened bags of cement and plaster, sodden mattresses, carpet tack strips, innumerable cans, bottles and canisters often still at least half-full of whatever they originally contained, rotting carpets, underlay that falls apart as you try to lift it from the ground, heavy heaps of broken tiles...the list is hardly a start. We're getting better at organising ourselves to collect the variety of mess we encounter - manual collection, digging raking, sweeping...using plastic sacks, boxes, bins, and builder bags, as fits.
Winnie, Folarin and John clearing a building waste fly-tip near Church Vale





Collectively, we're getting better at knowing how to load skips, ensuring they don't overflow or that space is wasted by bad stacking
Mike and Linda working in Church Vale during a 'Skip-it Don't Tip-it' day
There are as always toys thrown away or given us as gifts to recycle, redistribute...
Items gifted and whizzed to go to new homes

Chip break during a street clean - Mike, Lin and Denise
Night work - Winnie loads a deep freeze dumped in Stamford Grove




Emptying the HHH van at Holford Drive Waste Recycling Depot


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I've begun a thread on the Corfu Grapevine after Amy asked me to do some research into whether she could breast-feed in public in Corfu if she came out to us in October:

Simon Baddeley I saw this on a recent Corfu forum re breast feeding in public here ..."its socially accepted throughout Greece, my partner never had a problem with our little boy when he was feeding last year and the year before..." Is this the case? My daughter requests me to ask on CG about the acceptability of breastfeeding in Corfu. She's thinking of spending some time with us in October. A grand-daughter is due in July. Obviously most of the time Amy could feed the baby at our house but she wouldn't want to be feeding in the loo when we're out. Are there places where it's OK or where it's a 'no-no'? Many thanks for advice. I'm making no judgements. Just need to know. Simon
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  • Harriet Lioumba Greeks are very acceptable of any issues with babies and children! My opinion is that she will be welcomed with open arms x
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  • Simon Baddeley Thanks Harriet. I will seek a few more views before getting back to my daughter, but thanks so much for your swift reply. S
  • Πέτρος Παπαγεωργίου I've sent you a PM on the subject
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  • Paul McGovern I am surprised you are not more abreast with the local custom Simon x
  • Simon Baddeley Paul! I thought your doctor had told you to lay off punning for the next six months (:))
  • Paul McGovern What does he know, he's only a chest specialist, anyway he's Indian, from the Punjab I believe.
  • Susan Daltas I would say it depends on how the feeding is carried out - discretion is key, with a strategically placed blanket or large blouse!
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  • Simon Baddeley Go away Paul mou. I need advice not ruddy chat XX S
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  • Sue Tsirigoti My niece breast fed everywhere as Susan said with a strategically placed blanket you would never have known. Luckily nursing mothers clothing makes t easy to this these days!
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  • Simon Baddeley Many thanks Sue. I suspect it's a lot to do with what's polite in specific situations. I saw this when researching on the net. http://greece.greekreporter.com/.../4th-pan-hellenic.../

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    Mothers breast fed their babies at the 4th Panhellenic public breastfeeding taking place simultaneously in 39 cities of Greece.
  • Aitchm Muir As others have said , no problem for breastfeeding mums ,it can be done discreetly, there is nothing wrong with it , most natural thing in the world,and most Mums are discreet anyway~~ the one time I was peed off was when I was in a café and a mum was feeding her (4yrs old maybe daughter,) in full view , all hanging out , but what pissed me off was , the child had a bottle of juice as well which she was drinking ! and went off to play around and came back grabbed the breast and had a "go" almost like having a toy to play with! , not nice to see>>>
  • Deborah Anne O'flynn-Mouzakiti Exactly~its not what you are doing , It's how you are doing it. I breastfed both my girls here with no problems. Obviously the ideal was at home in comfortable surround but there were times it was necessary out and about and of course, by doing it sensibly ( and not in your face making other's uncomfortable) then it is totally acceptable here. I think its being courteous and considering others...I have a great example of when it wasn't acceptable~in our jewellery shop a few years ago~my husband was there alone and a woman came in,plonked herself in the chair..whipped it out and said to my (greek) husband~ you don't mind do you but this is the best place for me to do this (without waiting for an answer) FULL out, not hiding anything..in fact it exposed both with her blouse opened up completely and proceeded to walk around looking at things in the shop with the shop full of customers and my very embarrassed husband. The next day she came back to do the same thing and I was there and had to tell her my shop was not the right place to do this.
  • Simon Baddeley As a bloke - albeit descended from strong women, one a suffragette - I'm not really entitled to speak on this, but I think the answer 'its not what you are doing , It's how you are doing it' is perfect and not just about breast feeding in public. I suppose some people are wanting to make a statement while others are just 'ignorant'. The message I'm getting from both men and women is that it's natural, quite OK and even welcome if done in style - i.e chic discrete (:S)
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  • Aitchm Muir Agreed Simon, a very natural thing to do ,xxx
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  • Tracey Tagg-Kotsia Breastfed all my four and whopped me knockers out wherever i was with no problem. I was discreet with it but that was for my own dignity not to try minimize embarrassment to others, if others have a problem then they only need to look elsewhere. I also breastfed when i was in UK with no problem. It's the most natural thing in the world and some folk need to loosen up and not be so prudish.
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  • Simon Baddeley I'll be more judgemental! I accept the idea of discrete chic, but it vexes me that some people claiming to be embarrassed by any kind of breast-feeding - men but even women - tend to blame the person doing it rather than examining the source of their own sensitivities. In the past and in many countries still, woman are required by men to cover up to protect those same men from feelings for which too many of them refuse to take responsibility.
  • Tracey Tagg-Kotsia We were given breasts to feed our babies so why should it be embarrassing? Women whop 'em out on beaches and no-one seems to be embarrassed about this!! Personally, I've never been a topless sunbather and I try to look elsewhere. We weren't given breast to get an all over tan in the summer. I'm not against it, whatever floats your boat but I'm with you Simon Baddeley. I've breastfed on buses, trains, planes, in parks, in restaurants and other people's homes. It's what i was given breast for and it's not my problem if others don't like it.
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  • Anna Smith I breastfed my baby last year when we were out and about in Corfu with no problem at all. I dont think anyone seemed to notice or if they did I didnt notice!  x
  • Caroline Badcock Seems a shame that we can admire a animal feeding her young yet a woman feeding her baby naturally gives some embarresment
  • Jan Manessi well we don;'t want to watch other peoples' natural functions in general i suppose
  • Keith Miller Are you suggesting she use the bathroom?
  • Louise Edwards I breast fed my son 24years ago here when out and never had a problem, As mentioned above discretion is the key. Baggy blouse or a wrap abound shoulders. At the end of the day no different to being on the beach with topless sunbathers. If you are offended don't look.
  • Jan Manessi no keith miller just responding to caroline badcock's comment
  • Louise Edwards I am sorry to say Jan Manessi that this is the type of attitude which has stopped so many young women from breastfeeding. It is in most cases the most beneficial for the mother and child and the most economical. A bare breast today raises no eyebrows anywhere, so with discretion what is the problem. You use of the words 'natural functions' brings to mind going to the toilet in public, slightly different.
  • Simon Baddeley Is a stable a public place?

    Simon Baddeley's photo.
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From the Ano Korakiana website:
Ζημία μετά κλοπής  
Η «αφαίρεση» το Σάββατο το βράδυ των καλωδίων συνολικού μήκους 220 μέτρων που συνδέουν το αντλιοστάσιο με τις γεωτρήσεις στη θέση Νταμάρι, έχει προκαλέσει από το μεσημέρι της Κυριακής διακοπή του νερού σε ολόκληρο το χωριό. Ειδικότερα, κατά τις τρεις το μεσημέρι άρχισαν να φθάνουν στον Πρόεδρο του Τοπικού Συμβουλίου οι πρώτες ειδοποιήσεις από κατοίκους για τη διακοπή του νερού, αρχικά στις απάνω γειτονιές. Όταν δε, έφθασε στο χώρο της γεώτρησης συνοδευόμενος από τεχνικό της ΔΕΥΑΚ, διαπιστώθηκε ότι άγνωστοι είχαν διαρρήξει την πόρτα του αντλιοστασίου και είχαν αφαιρέσει, κόβοντάς τα, όλες τις καλωδιώσεις, βγάζοντας το σύστημα εκτός λειτουργίας. Λίγο αργότερα προσήλθε περιπολικό της Αστυνομίας, καθώς και υπεύθυνοι της ΔΕΥΑΚ για την αποτίμηση της ζημιάς και κυρίως της αποκατάστασής της…για την οποία μπορεί να χρειαστούν 1-2 ημέρες…  
(my translation)Theft damage 
The pilfering on Saturday of 220 metres of cable connecting the village pumping station to the boreholes at Damari had, by noon on Sunday, deprived the entire village of water. At three on Saturday afternoon the President of the Local Council alerted residents in the affected neighbourhoods to turn off their water. DEYAK (Corfu Municipal Water Supply and Drainage Company) technicians, having been unable to find any problems by digging, found intruders had broken in the door of the pumping station, and rendered it inoperative by cutting and removing all cable. Police arrived shortly after with the DEYAK engineers responsible for assessing damage and restoration - possibly 1 to 2 days.

Making tea on the allotment

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I begin to get a sense the soil on Plot 14 is improving. Before Christmas I invested in manure and topsoil. Since then Taj has been helping dig and weed out...
...the white rhizomes of couch grass that spread just below the surface of the soil, extracting nourishment, we remove by spade and hand; pile at the back of the plot. I'd not pride myself on tilth of the kind you'd find on Vanley's plot, but that's my goal. It's an endless process, made more arduous by the now well known proliferation of stones ...
...on all VJA plots where once a mighty prehistoric river ran under tropical sun. These primordial water-smoothed stones are being extracted and piled up, in some cases used to edge paths. I feel nearly as optimistic with experience as, when, in ignorance, I took on the plot four years ago.
Four years ago
In between, there have been times when I've procrastinated about even going out to the site, though it's hardly five minutes on my bicycle. The other day I brought out a kettle and camping gas stove - the means of making tea on site.
My new kettle

Taj met me. He usually comes on foot, often jogging, but occasionally on his new small bicycle. We continued working. I'd used the Handsworth Helping Hands van to deliver a water butt someone had thrown in one of our street clearance skips. It needed was a tap which I bought on eBay. Hoses are forbidden for watering plots but you're allowed to use them to fill a water butt. Almost surprising  to be thinking about water, given previous weeks of rain, but of a sudden it had become warm and sunny. With the van on the plot we set about clearing and loading up rubbish left by another departing plot holder whose dreams of building a summer house out of old timber had foundered along with the rest of his plans to grow vegetables. With the semi-rotting wood, went sacks of plastic detritus, a rusting water filled tool box, a grimy dented electric kettle (did he think there was power on site?), bottles and cans.
"A cup of tea, Taj?"
"No. I have orange"
The kettle whistled. I applied myself to mug, tea-bag, milk -  in a wine bottle - and sat back in the sun, a bowl of water for Oscar.


We gazed on the ground in front of us. Taj had been digging at the top of the plot and I at the bottom. More rows of potatoes were in, each nested in a handful of topsoil, beside two rows of onions.
"It's looking good, Taj"

"Now for cabbage, sprouts, cauliflower. But I must find a way to protect the young plants from the pigeons. Bastards!"
We worked until 2.00. I peeled off layers of clothes under the warmth of the sun; had two more breaks for tea and some chocolate fingers, melty. A rhythm of sorts. Taj tidied the paths adding edging bricks and lazying slabs I'd recovered from a skip last year. My broad beans are showing. I'm not sure about the state of the onions that have sprouted. They look the same as they did three months ago. I dug up the last of the Jerusalem artichokes, taking some home for eating, replanting the rest in two rows.
Gill came out to check the beehive she's kept on the plot the last two years.

The bees which had lost their queen and died off last winter had made it through this winter, but after Gill had done her inspection she said "They're all dead. I think it's because the weather got better a month or so ago. They started going out. Then we had this rain. Bees hate wet'"
She held up a comb she's taking for analysis. It showed a grey patch like a tumour on an X-ray. "That's the damp patch. They brought in the rain when they returned to the hive"
She'll seek another swarm for April. I said I was going to rebuild the hive's surround; make it less vulnerable to wind.
"It's nothing you're doing wrong, Simon."
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I took Oliver to see the allotment. He wanted to hold Oscar's lead. We processed down our road; I holding Oliver's reins, he led by Oscar, until we got to the VJA site when I let Oliver take over...
...watching he didn't snatch at Oscar's lead and that Oscar wasn't going to pull him over, They seemed to have a working relationship.
The departing plot holder next to me, during his 6 month occupation, cropped the hedge that bisects the site - a useful wind break running most of the length of the site. He left the cuttings uncollected.
Allotments demonstrate gaps between between intention and action. Other plots near ours reveal similar chasms. Being more familiar than I was three years ago with the difference between an idea and an action I can sympathise. It would be good to have a successful gardener next to me instead of two more or less fallow plots on either side. Oliver was as intrigued by the shed as I, wanting to shut himself inside, burrowing under the wheel barrow.
My grandson in the shed
I imagine living long enough to ask him if he recalls being in that shed or will he construct his early memories out of grown-ups' anecdotes and images? How much have I've made up the story of my childhood  - 'a sleep and a forgetting'.
Sat on Gypsy at Mill End  - the story of my childhood
Then we walked on to Handsworth Park, having this favourite place almost to ourselves. A sturdy west wind blew down the pond, a calling wind streaming the spring bud willows. Now and then a cloud gap allowed dazzling light onto the ruffled water.


Even I was tired when we finally got home. Oliver sat at our kitchen table, gradually nodding into sleep, a rusk in one hand.
"You and Oscar have worn him out" said Lin
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From New York where they've been in a museum my half-sister Oriana sends me an anticipatory e-card, a wedge of Oldenberg Cake
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On Thursday evening I'm taking the minutes for a committee meeting of Handsworth Helping Hands. We're hassled by errands and news of difficulties in other people's lives; a distant friend made blind by a series of strokes; another diagnosed with only months to live; another braving the ordeal of chemo, and a sudden wave of sadness for the absence of my mum. What I meant by a 'calling wind', the way the rushing sound, like a big waterfall, like distant surf, reminds me of other occasions with the same note, seeming to stimulate memory as varnish brings out an oil painting, a fragment of infant sensation when I was preoccupied with the green of the grass around me, happily alone insulated, left to myself, and somewhere a small aeroplane wandering in the sky, a sound undulating with the gusting of wind in the trees, independent of place and time, abrupt, a sound from heaven.
The earth turns towards the sun

When we in our species' infancy supposed a personal agent, as I'm inclined to even now until thought overrides instinct, so this gusting wind in the trees ...
Our washing line in Ano Korakiana

...that blows the washing dry, that I feel calling was - is - a being, as is the sun rising and setting, and the earth, giving increase.
Jimoa, John, Linda, Mike and Charles - Handsworth Helping Hands

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My university is kindly and gently saying goodbye:
Dear Simon. As you may be aware, it is INLOGOV’s 50th Anniversary soon and as part of this celebration we are seeking to put together a ’50 Faces of INLOGOV’. This will feature 50 people who have been involved in the life and work  of INLOGOV (both in the past and present) over the last 50 years.  We would very much like to have you as one of our 50 Faces and I am writing to enquire whether you would be willing to be featured?
We are aiming to put together some information together about each person and I if you would like to be featured, please could provide me with the following information to use in this context:-
1)      Two/three sentences to describe your current role/career
2)      Two/three sentences on how being involved in INLOGOV as a student, staff member, client etc has helped you
If you have any queries, please do not hesitate to contact me in the first instance.
Kind regards, Rachael

Rachael Pearson, PA to Catherine Staite, Director, INLOGOV
Institute of Local Government Studies

Dear Rachael, I hope this will do. Let me know this has arrived and if Catherine would like it modified - with subtractions or additions.

1. Two/three sentences to describe your current role/career

Inlogov is a gateway to a world that’s engaged me for forty years. Despite intense pressures – political and financial – I’ve been allowed to remain an ‘amateur’, encouraged, by successive directors and invaluable colleagues, to balance writing, research and face-to-face training and development with practitioners, never having to put an academic career ahead of a shared fascination with studying, supporting and working with local government practitioners. In retreat from campus I remain a community activist with enough experience of government to make trouble in sensible ways.

2) Two/three sentences on how being involved in INLOGOV as a student, staff member, client etc has helped you

I’ve been a tourist in my own land; finding routes by train, ferry and bicycle to seminars and consultancies between Kirkwall and Newquay, Barnsley and Greenwich, roaming deep countryside and mean city streets, working with all flavours of councillors and the diverse professions that strive to serve them. My research focus - a thirty year preoccupation - has involved capturing on video, with their permission, the conversations of members and managers at the source of tension between politics and administration where government is made. The institute's international reach has brought invitations to assist in the same exploration in Canada, Japan, Australia, New Zealand and Scandinavia.
I attach a pictures that is reasonably flattering:

Best wishes
Simon
Simon Baddeley, Visiting Lecturer, INLOGOV, University of Birmingham 
Leaving Darlington "The seminar on scrutiny skills for councillors went well, I think"

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Plot 14 on the Victoria Jubilee Allotments
I'm making a more robust surround for the beehive on the allotment, before Jill finds a new swarm to replace the hive lost in the wet; four 75mm x 75mm steel stake holders sledge hammered in a rectangle and four seven foot lengths of tantalised deal.  I'll add cross pieces for strength, a gate and staple on netting. At the same time I'm planting more potatoes, both for the crop and for improving the soil. It is time for spring cleaning...
Spring by Abel Grimmer 1607 - a picture from Antwerp drawn to my attention my Maria Strani-Potts

...but how the wind blows cold from the the east, often from the north east, with rain.
Wet cold weather in Birmingham

We're working through a list of errands. It seems that what we've doing every day for weeks. Vague things go wrong and have to be diagnosed, tools assembled for repair by us, or someone employed. Yesterday Alan came to install a replacement door in LIn's flat on the Hamstead Road...
...and as he worked Winnie and I emptied rubbish that had accumulated in the basement for a donation to Handsworth Helping Hands...

The previous tenant had for some reason removed the kitchen sink u-bend.

"Why?" asks Lin "Why would someone do that?"
They'd also managed to remove one and displace another aluminium edging strip, and somehow separated the same sink from its counter in a complicated way that cracked the formica. With a metal strap and a new leg to support the arrangement the worktop is useable again.




As we attend to these jobs and more, we've also been taking rubbish to Holford Drive scavenging rubbish from a front gardens at the request of the householder...
Handsworth Helping Hands

...taking scrap metal to a recycling company instead of leaving it for the profit of the local scrap collectors...
Tariq Ali at One Stop Recycling weighs our scrap metal delivery

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Jim Potts recommended a book which has just arrived
Greece and Britain since 1945, second edition, editor: David Wills
25η Μαρτίου... (from the Ano Korakiana website)
Παρά τις προβλέψεις και τη χθεσινο-βραδινή βροχή, το πρωϊνό της 25ης Μαρτίου ήταν γενικά ηλιόλουστο,γεγονός που επέτρεψε την πραγματοποίησης της μικρής παρέλασης που πραγματοποιείται τα τελευταία χρόνια στο χωριό. Μετά τη Δοξολογία στον Άη-Γιώργη και τον συναισθηματικά φορτισμένο επετειακό λόγο του Διευθυντή του Ειδικού Γυμνασίου Κέρκυρας, η τελετή συνεχίστηκε στην πλατεία του χωριού. Εκεί, υπό τους ήχους της Μπάντας, οι εκπρόσωποι των τοπικών αρχών και φορέων κατέθεσαν δάφνινα σταφάνια στο Μνημείο του Άγνωστου Στρατιώτη. Η κατάθεση στεφάνου από τους μικρούς μαθητές του Νηπιαγωγείου ξεχώρισε…
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25thmarch2014b.jpg25thmarch2014c.jpgΑκολούθως η μικρή πομπή βάδισε τον κεντρικό δρόμο του χωριού, με τη Φιλαρμονική να συνεχίζει για την Κάτω Κορακιάνα και αργότερα για την πόλη και τους υπόλοιπους να κάνουν στάση στο Κοινοτικό Κατάστημα για ένα κέρασμα. Εκεί, ο ιερέας(παπα-Κώστας), η Πρόεδρος της Φιλαρμονικής Δώρα Μεταλληνού, ο Πρόεδρος του Τοπικού Συμβουλίου Φωκίων Μάνδυλας, ο Πρόεδρος του Συλλόγου Ανω-Κορακιανιτών Αθηνών Σπύρος Κένταρχος και η τελετάρχης και μέλος του Τοπικού Συμβουλίου Ειρήνη Βιτουλαδίτη, είχαν την ευκαιρία για μία γενικού περιεχομένου, συζήτηση…
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Υ.Γ.1.Η δυτική πλευρά από τα κελιά του Άη-Γιώργη χρήζει όπως φαίνεται, άμεσης επισκευής, όπως παρατήρησαν διερχόμενοι κάτοικοι, που παρακολούθησαν τη σημερινή παρέλαση.
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This is one of the best briefings on the Greek War of Independence that I have come across, recognising the myths and respecting them but also showing the role of chance and the machinations of the great European and Ottoman powers, ones in which the wondrous land is embroiled to this day...


A comment in Facebook during a discussion of Greek Independence Day on 25th March 2014: Corfu was never but for a matter of weeks occupied by the Ottomans...as a British citizen I have been brought up knowing 'we' have not been occupied by an invader since 1066; that we have been a haven for so many who have lost their country. England, Britain, has been threatened with invasion but we have never had to fight off a foreign yoke in our midst - one that in the case of Greece has dominated us for centuries, taken away our capital city, one which the rest of the world rightly calls Istanbul but which Greeks still call Κωνσταντινούπολις. The passion, glory, violence and cruelty of the Greek War of Independence are difficult for 'us' to understand. Even as I perpetuate my own, it can be difficult for me to see myths regarded as more important than history. It was only after I had learned a little more about the events of those decades at the start of the 19th century that I appreciated the words of Solomos' National Anthem "I recognise you by the fearsome sharpness, of your sword"; that I understood why Greeks are more protective of and sensitive about the honour of their flag, which signifies in its blue and white stripes, the colour of the Greek sky, nine syllables of the phrase 'Freedom or Death'Ελευθερία ή Θάνατος. When I hear the Greek National Anthem - Ὕμνος εἰς τὴν Ἐλευθερίαν - I get a lump in my throat; my eyes burn with tears, recalling that when Britain stood alone shortly before I was born, Greece of all the Balkan nations stood against the invader winning, before she was overwhelmed by the might of Hitler's arms, one of the first victories for the Allies. I detest flag-waving nationalism but I have to admit that other than my own I know no flag other than the blue and white - Γαλανόλευκη - that fills me with greater love and respect for another country.
 
Ὕμνος εἰς τὴν Ἐλευθερίαν
Greece one morning long ago
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On Monday morning an email from Christina in the Highlands; Christina who with her husband James so kindly took on the care of mum's terriers, Lulu and Bibi:
Lulu runs with Oscar, Malo and Cookie on the shore at Fort George, Moray Firth

Dear Bay Simon and Sharon. I am heartbroken to tell you the saddest news about Lulu and I am so sorry. Darling girl managed to get under the gate in the field at the end of a long walk with James on Friday afternoon and was run over on the road by a van. We rushed her to the vet but she died in the car on the way.
 We are so desolate as we had got to love Lulu so much and she had become a wonderful part of our family including the grandchildren's who adored her.   James and I have been in tears most of the time since  - singing hymns in church yesterday was not good!  
Anyway James dug a grave for her in our now rather large doggy cemetery in the lovely bit in our garden - so she is there with our little Bumble and all the dogs we have loved so much since James' grandparents time.
We have such lovely memories of Lulu including her running along with those ridiculously big sticks about 10 times her size! - James says she was such a fun little dog.   Mattie is rather lost too at the moment because they played together in the garden most of the day but darling Bibi just skips around as usual - thinking about food, whether it be her own or the llamas!
I am so sorry to make your Monday morning a rather sad one but we thought we should tell you asap however difficult.
We do hope all's well with you all.  We haven't met the new people in Brin Croft yet but see their motor home from the road as we pass. You may well be back in NYC Bay by now and you Simon in Corfu - must say the morning here could be in Corfu if it wasn't for the frost - the bluest of skies and the birds are singing madly! Sharon do hope I have your right email - I emailed at the end of last year and so hope it caught up with you - I think you may be having big worries with your parents.   Would you be able to check the email address I have used Bay and forward this to Sharon if needs be.
Anyway this brings our love - keep safe. Christina xx
Oscar and Lulu in the meadow below Brin Croft
Dear dear Christina. Thanks so much for taking the trouble to write to us. Writing must have been difficult and it's miserable for you. That’s what Mondays are for! I bind up little Lulu with missing mum and tho’ I’m sad such a lively little dog is no longer here I’m not not feeling as directly sad as you must be, or as devastated as we would be if our Oscar died. All of us know you and James did the best you possibly could for Lulu and more. It was such a consolation that you and James, even before mum left us, had assured us mum’s terriers would become yours, and they have and did - in the same country under the same sky. Lulu had, as you say, a streak of crazy mischief which would have had her leap into the Farnack in spate to capture a passing balk of timber ten times her size - the kind of unthinking pluck that wins medals. I shall think of the small spot in your lovely garden, under snow and frost and in the lovely Highland summer with the sound of the birds. I will tell Amy and Richard and Liz and Lin who also knew Lulu. We will all, especially Sharon, miss the biscuit coloured dynamo. Lulu had a good life. Let her run with mum. Dear old Bibi later. Lots of love to you and James and the family. We are all well. Amy expecting a daughter in July. X Simon
Sandra, Anthony, Simon and Lulu, Barbara, Bay, Raef, Susie at Coignafearn (photo: Dave Roskelly) 

With Lulu in Glen Orrin

"Unrecognisable"

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Royal navy postcard - written on the back 'Smyrna in Flames Sept 1922'
 I got the train the other night, it was rush hour, from Charing Cross, it was the stopper going out. We stopped at London Bridge, New Cross, Hither Green. It wasn't until after we got past Grove Park that I could actually hear English being audibly spoken in the carriage. Does that make me feel slightly awkward? Yes.                                                Nigel Farage, London Evening Standard 28 Feb'14
Nigel Farage isn’t a nasty man. He's popular in sections. Married to a German, parent of two children, cricketer, no thug, not racist, born in a Kent village near Canterbury with a metropolitan career, before politics, in banking, he speaks of his idea of how England, perhaps ‘Britain’, its cities and market towns, have become....What did he say in Torquay last week?
“...this country in a short space of time has frankly become unrecognisable” (18.40-18.43 on video)
He might have described something similarly 'foreign' in the, once, rich cosmopolitan cities of Constantinople, Cairo, Alexandria, Smyrna, Thessaloniki; spoken - "frankly" - in worried ways about their messy hybridity; their polyglot incomprehensibility, a slight vexation that that they too had become “unrecognisable”. Over the twentieth century similar apprehensions, even hopes, in the minds of others, have laundered the diversity of those great cities; the population exchange of 1922 under the Treaty of Lausanne removed Greeks from Istanbul, victims of the 'Great IdeaΜεγάλη Ιδέα' and popularly nurtured fears of irredentism, parallel dynamics to those Farage described to UKIP's Spring Conference. In 1922 the bloody catastrophe of Smyrna cleansed that city of its Greeks; renamed it Izmir. Nazi’s murdered the Jews of the great trading port of Thessaloniki. A new kind of Islamisation has dispersed those an Arab empire once harboured. Sephardic refugees found haven under in Istanbul from Christian persecution in Spain;  so the high politics of the Middle East, drives Jews from Cairo; Coptic Christians too. Modern Alexandria and Cairo may be teeming with people, but for their tourists, their diversity is blighted. The remaining Orthodox Christians of Istanbul cluster defensively in Karaköy - once Galata.
“It’s so depressing to see these great cosmopolitan places spoiled by contemporary yearning for homogeneity” I muttered to Wesley a few weeks ago, at lunch in his and Stefie's home in Ano Korakiana.
He replied “Hold on, Simon! You enjoy diversity, things cosmopolitan?”
“Of course”
“Yes Istanbul and Cairo may have changed in ways you regret, but look at London, most of the cities of Northern Europe, and your Birmingham, and Leeds, Manchester, Liverpool. What about New York, Seattle, Melbourne, Sydney? Things change. They shift.”
I perked up thinking of my own streets in Handsworth. What Farage calls ‘unrecognisable’ is where I’m at home. I once wrote of this - about the internal heterogeneity that enjoys it in the world - internal polity...
International Supermarket recognises Kosovo despite Serbian residents' refusal to recognise its 2008 Independence Declaration 

Soho Road, Handsworth, Birmingham - one of my homes
The provinces of his body revolted,
The squares of his mind were empty,
Silence invaded the suburbs,...
Moldovans meet Oscar in New Street

Some links that aid my thinking...more about mocking of the poor, fear of the other, rejection of multiplicity...
The Spirit of Haida Gwaii

The Spirit of Haida Gwaii, creation, in 1986, of Bill Reid, comes as near as any piece of art to describing my world. I embrace this work. enjoy the idea of a boat, but the much used image of the 'Ship of Fools' projects our private ugliness - looks and behaviour - as images of shared foolishness, but in the process enjoins mockery of the ugly, the poor, the maimed, the underclasses....

...the present model of a highly centralised state“will not see us through for very much longer”...'





...and this recent piece from the Inlogov blog Migration, citizenship and diversity: questioning the boundaries, in particular research described by Sarah Neal Living Multiculture...
the new geographies of ethnicity and the changing formations of multiculture in England is a two-year research project that explores the changing social and geographic dimensions of contemporary multiculture in urban England....With a focus on the ordinary encounters of increasingly diverse populations in everyday locations the project asks two key questions: how do people live cultural difference, and what role does place play in this process? It is examines the way in which ethnically complex populations routinely interact in convivial and competent ways. Exploring the dynamics and limits of this competency - and its relationship to places that have long and short histories of multiculture - is at the heart of the research
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 "What can I put into soil as wet as this?"
"Rice?"
"I can't plant potatoes can I?"
"Best thing is to put them in the fridge until May"
At Hirons where I've bought a selection of chatting potatoes and two kilos of variegated onion sets.

I've been around to my allotment hoping to start planting, but even though well drained, sloping gently down to the park, the ground is spongy damp. I'd be putting the spuds in what's damn near a swamp. As for onions...
Perhaps we'll get a few more weeks of less wet weather. Meantime Taj has cleared a mound of couch grass and removed more of the many stones. If the soil dries out a little we might be good to go. There's no sign of work on my immediate neighbours' plots, nor indeed on too many others. It's not a good time for allotments. I circulated a caution #allotments...
Dear All. Because of the zeal to cut local government bureaucracy, Section 23 of the 1908 Smallholdings and Allotments Act, which requires councils to provide allotments to local residents where there is demand, is on a hit list of ‘burdensome’ regulations.
City Farmer NewsThe Independent
This move is not unexpected. Allotment land has high value - but is currently protected. But it is urban development land where there is intense demand for new housing, promoted by the building industry and the expectations of many citizens expecting easier access to the housing market. It only needs a succession of bad seasons, a few ill-managed allotment sites with many unworked or vacant plots. The temptation to begin a process of selling part, or all, of an allotment site will, if these ‘burdensome’ regulations are removed, become even more inviting, even more feasible. In Birmingham more and more green field sites are being located by satellite and earmarked for future building. Satellite pictures also include images of allotment sites, including the means of calculating their degree of cultivation. I predict that we will see a very strong reaction to these propositions from allotment holders, petitions will be signed, but the demand for development land is relentless.
One of the greatest problems is that many allotments are no longer a means for a working man to feed his family. They are more for the leisure and recreation of the middle classes.
A friend, Dr Richard Wiltshire, who has long advised government on urban allotments and city farms, began a chat with me on one of our periodic meetings
“Does your home have a garden, Simon?”
“Yes”
“So why do you bother with an allotment? if you really needed to grow vegetables you’d use your garden. It’d be closer and more convenient and you needn’t pay rent”
He went on to say that governments have noted many people are either concreting their gardens for parking, reducing the capacity of urban land to absorb rainwater, or using them as playgrounds for their children. It would be easy to start a green movement encouraging people through grants or council tax concessions to get people growing their own food in their gardens.
“If” he pointed out “there really was a need, as in wartime, for people to grow more food themselves...for a few in government it's insane that we subsidise the middle classes by letting them have very valuable urban land for leisure and recreation at rents that hardly pay for the cost of maintaining allotment sites”
I find these views uncomfortable but they exist. Richard Wiltshire is not against allotments, has visited them all over the world, but he’s also an economist. Best wishes, Simon
Clive Birch from the Birmingham and Districts Allotments Association, replies. I hear nothing from the VJA committee...
Simon. I've read this and similar viewpoints. We tried to involve NHS in agreeing allotment gardening was beneficial for patients with depression, stress and other related problems - they stated in writing that "allotment gardening was considered to be a middle class activity!" The quest for land suitable for development is ever with us [Victoria Jubilee!]. We are always vigilant and associations contact us immediately if they see strangers with theodolites or other surveying instruments. Regards Clive
Grayson Perry might regard our allotment as a penance. Richard and I went to see Perry's wonderfully woven tapestries in the Birmingham Art Gallery on Sunday. Last year, Lin and I had delighted in the sequence of TV films in which the artist visited the people and places that inspired his Rakewell's Progress from working class Sunderland via 'Eden Close' in Tunbridge Wells to new-rich Cotswolds via the anxious self-consciousness of the various gradations of middle class - All In The Best Possible Taste with Grayson Perry. The tapestries are threaded through with another dimension of art reference - as well as Hogarth's progresses - Harlot's and Rake's - Perry draws on Mantegna, Bellini, Grünewald, Masaccio, Crivelli, Jan Van Eyck, the Master of Flémalle, Gainsborough, Van der Weyden, and many images of the Vision of St Hubert and I bet there are others. Talk about layering - literal and figurative.
Richard reads about the tapestries







"I didn't see a single bicycle"
"One in the background by the canal in The Agony in the Car Park?"
"That's someone's who can't afford a car" I said
The Agony in the Car Park


Another driver of taste that I noticed amongst the upper middle class was the desire to show the world that one was an upright moral citizen. In the past, a good burgher might have regularly attended church or done voluntary work; today they buy organic, recycle, drive an electric car or deny their child television. This need to pay inconvenient penance to society seems to come partly from guilt. The liberal, educated middle class have done well, but they must pay with hard labour on their allotment, or by cycling to work...extract from the artist's introduction to the catalogue
I don't recognise myself. Perhaps my motives are hidden from my self-consciousness. A penitent can rejoice in penance, be masochistic even. I enjoy cycling far too much. I haven't commuted since my first job in the 1960s. For me a truer self-punishment would be to have to drive a car everywhere. And my penitential plot? I don't enjoy it enough. Ha gotcha! Seriously though, I know my driving wish is to prove to myself I can get food from the ground in which I've planted its seeds. To do that under my own steam. To prove something to my stepfather perhaps? Not that he ever sought any proof from me. Not his way. But if I succeeded he'd be discreetly proud.
'The Vanity of Small Differences' by Grayson Perry - Freud's word 'narcissism'

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Carnival 2014 in Ano Korakiana  - Sunday 2 March - we missed it again
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Democracy Street
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Luna D'Argento
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Εκεί, ανέκαθεν διαβάζεται η Διαθήκη του Βασιλέα προς τους υπηκόους του, που συμπυκνώνει αρκετά από τα προσωπικά και συλλογικά συμβάντα της χρονιάς. Παρότι η εκδήλωση αυτή είχε προγραμματιστεί να γίνει σε εσωτερικό χώρο, τελικά καιρού επιτρέποντος, πραγματοποιήθηκε από το μπαλκόνι παρακείμενου σπιτιού.
Το Κορακιανίτικο Καρναβάλι για μια ακόμη χρονιά, έδωσε το παρόν, παρά τις «απειλές» του καιρού έως την τελευταία στιγμή και τη σύντομη περίοδο που μεσολαβεί μετά τις γιορτές. Έτσι, μέσα σε τρεις μόλις βδομάδες, ολοκληρώθηκαν οι προετοιμασίες όλων εκείνων των στοιχείων, που το έχουν καθιερώσει τα τελευταία χρόνια στην κορακιανίτικη και όχι μόνο, συνείδηση.

Το πρωί ακόμη της Κυριακής, αρκετές λεπτομέρειες έμελε ακόμη να ρυθμιστούν και κυρίως να προβλεφθεί η εξέλιξη του καιρού, προκειμένου να προσαρμοστεί ανάλογα το πρόγραμμα.

Τελικά, όλα κύλησαν ευνοϊκά και έτσι, νωρίς το απόγευμα, ξεκίνησε η καθιερωμένη πομπή από το κτίριο του Συνεταιρισμού.
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Δύο καλοφτιαγμένα άρματα (ένα των νεαρότερων καρναβαλιστών), το ομοίωμα του Καρνάβαλου, στο «δρόμο» τη φορά αυτή, μεταφερόμενο στα χέρια και ο κόσμος που ακολουθούσε μασκαρεμένος και μη.

Η πομπή, με δυνατή μουσική ανηφόρισε και έφθασε έως την άλλη άκρη του χωριού στην πλατεία, όπου έλαβε χώρα το πρώτο μικρό δρώμενο, για να πάρει το δρόμο της επιστροφής έως την Πλάστιγγα.
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Όμως η βραδιά, τη φορά αυτή ήταν ιδιαίτερα μεγάλη, αφού ο αποκριάτικος χορός πραγματοποιήθηκε στο Luna d’Argento με τη συμμετοχή τετρακοσίων και πλέον ανθρώπων, που διασκέδασαν με τις…προχωρημένες πρωινές ώρες. Και λίγο πριν από τα μεσάνυχτα, παρουσιάστηκε το όμορφο σκετς που είχαν προετοιμάσει σε πολύ σύντομο διάστημα παλιοί και νέοι Καρναβαλιστές και η βραδιά κύλησε με κέφι, μουσική και προπάντων χορό!!!

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I caught this morning ...

I rose in the morning sun shone through the stained glass of our house. I saw the dress Lin had bought in Corfu in January. I felt prescient; a micro-second of incandescent content. She'll be a strong woman μια ισχυρή γυναίκα.
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Here, in a well-filled nutshell, is the driving force for changing Greece.

The work undertaken by the Greek authorities in recent years to reinforce competition law and strengthen the Hellenic Competition Commission  Ελληνική Επιτροπή Ανταγωνισμού, to simplify business administration and to liberalise professional services, has demonstrated their political willingness to address existing regulatory barriers to competition that have contributed to holding back the economic recovery.The Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development (OECD) Competition Assessment of Laws and Regulations in Greece project, through the scrutiny of legislation in four sectors of the Greek economy – food processing, retail trade, building materials and tourism – has led to the identification of 555 regulatory restrictions. These regulations were selected as being potentially harmful to competition from the original 1053 legal texts chosen for analysis, using the OECD's Competition Assessment Toolkit. In total, the report makes 329 specific recommendations to mitigate harm to competition.1 In addition, 40 provisions were found to constitute an administrative burden on businesses.
Summary of the legal provisions analysed by sector 
If the recommendations detailed in this report are implemented, benefits to consumers in Greece and to the Greek economy should arise in all four sectors. Throughout the project, we have thought to identify the sources of those benefits and, where possible, provide quantitative estimates. Such estimates are made on the basis of experiences of deregulation in other countries in some instances, or by relating conservative estimates of efficiency gains to the overall size of the business activity affected. More specifically, if the particular restrictions that have been identified during the project are lifted, the OECD has calculated a positive effect to the Greek economy of around €5.2 billion. This estimated amount stems from the nine broad issues that we were able to quantify (representing 66 provisions out of 329); in other words, the full effect on the Greek economy is likely to be even larger. The amount is the total of the estimated resulting positive effects on consumer surplus, increased expenditure and higher turnover, respectively, in the sectors analysed, as a result of removing current regulatory barriers to competition.
In addition, we consider that the cumulative, long-term impact on the Greek economy of lifting all the restrictions identified as harmful, including those that were more technical in nature (for instance regulations on foodstuffs), should not be underestimated, since the rationalisation of the body of legislation in these sectors will also positively affect the ability of businesses to compete in the longer term, provided that the recommendations are implemented fully.Such benefits generally take the form of lower prices and greater choice and variety for consumers. Often this will result from entry of new, more efficient firms, or from existing suppliers finding more efficient forms of production under competitive pressure.
Naturally, in some cases there will be a trade-off in terms of the cost of implementing the recommendations. The OECD work has focused entirely on analysing the harm to competition from the regulatory restrictions identified, and how to mitigate it; but in some cases there is likely to be some cost involved in reforming the legislation. It may be the case, for instance, that a funding gap will be created by the lifting of levies on goods or services previously used to finance pension funds. The OECD work on competition assessment does not calculate these costs. Rather it is a study that assesses the harm to competition from the restrictions identified, mainly to consumers, but also to Greek businesses that cannot compete freely. The harm can therefore be thought of as the overall loss of efficiency to the Greek economy.

Key recommendations (out of a total of 329 recommendations)
  • Repeal obsolete and outdated legislation for the four sectors analysed, especially from the Code of Foodstuffs and Beverages.
  • Abolish all barriers to entry that have been identified. These include the strict licensing requirements in the asphalt sector; minimum requirements for storage, or minimum capital requirements in the building materials sector; numerous barriers to investment in tourism activities, such as geographical restrictions or minimum quality requirements; limits on tourist coach activities; restrictions on offices of travel agents; limits to the trade of blended olive oils; and so on.
  • Abolish any requirement to seek price approval or to submit prices to the authorities or to trade and industry associations for all tourist activities.
  • Remove all third-party levies and fees. These include the tax on advertising and the levies on flour and on cement.
  • Fully liberalise Sunday trading, including for stores above 250m2, shopping malls and outlets.
  • The five-day restriction on the shelf life of milk should be lifted. The product’s use-by date should be determined by the producers, according to their pasteurisation methods and the relevant EU regulation. Milk cartons should be clearly stamped with the date of production and the valid-to date.
  • Prices of over-the-counter medicines (OTCs) and dietary supplements such as vitamins should be liberalised. This should be done in conjunction with a full liberalisation of the distribution channels.
  • Retailers should be able to decide freely on shop promotions and discounts, including on the determination of periods of seasonal sales.
  • The regulation of cruises should be relaxed by lifting the round-trip restriction on cruises leaving a Greek port, so as to allow passengers to embark the cruise at one port and disembark at another port.
  • The five-mile restriction on moorings should be lifted, allowing marina operators to compete with nearby commercial or fishing ports on prices.
  • Finally, horizontal regulations that hamper or thwart the proper functioning of markets should be removed to allow competition to drive efficiency gains and increase productivity across all sectors of the Greek economy.
Provided all the recommendations are fully implemented, the benefits to the Greek economy will include the emergence of more competitive markets, resulting in faster productivity growth over time. In this report we do not attempt to estimate this effect. However, in Australia, which undertook a broad programme to remove regulatory barriers to competition in the 1990s, there have been significant benefits. In 2005 the Productivity Commission examined the effects of selected pro-competitive reforms and calculated that, by enhancing productivity in particular sectors, they had boosted Australia’s GDP by about 2.5% above levels that would have otherwise prevailed. Increased competition in the Greek economy resulting from our recommendations can arise in several different ways, such as:
  • removal of barriers to competition between existing suppliers;
  • removal of constraints upon the ability of existing suppliers to compete;
  • removal of restrictions on the entry of new suppliers, or innovative forms of supply; and
  • reduction of costs that are particularly likely to hinder competition, for example because they make it harder to advertise, or impose heavy costs on smaller or newer suppliers in the market.
However, to ensure that these benefits will eventually benefit the Greek consumers, it is important that the suggested measures are fully implemented. Partial lifting of restrictions will yield only partial results. Moreover, this should be seen as only the first part of a much longer process. The OECDCompetition Assessment project carried out an ex post assessment of existing legislation and found valuable and meaningful results. To safeguard these results for the future, regulatory impact assessment (RIA), with a particular focus on competition impact assessment of new legislation at the drafting stage, should become an integral part of the policy-making process. 
    Notes
  1. 1. In 186 cases we make no recommendation. In these cases the restriction was found to be proportional to the policy objective, or the restriction stems from harmonised EU legislation. In some cases, the restrictive provision was abolished during the course of the investigation, and hence no recommendation was made in the final report. All cases are clearly signalled in Annex B.
  2. 2. These regulations do not have a direct bearing on competition; nonetheless, they constitute burdens on businesses and clearly affect the business environment. The OECD is undertaking a joint project with the Greek Ministry of Administrative Reform and e-Government to measure and reduce the administrative burden in 13 sectors. The restrictions identified were passed on to the Greek government. 
(extract) ...Despite some undisputable improvements in the business environment over the past few years, SMEs in Greece are still faced with a number of chronic problems that hold up their unrestrained development. The most important of these problems include:
• difficult access to outside financing
• complicated and time-consuming procedures to establish a firm
• excessive regulation and “red tape”, that create a disproportionate administrative burden on small firms as compared to larger firms
• a complicated and unfair taxation system that discriminates against entrepreneurial activities 4
• an ineffective public administration
• unfair competition, exacerbated by regulated markets, illicit trade and the persistence of a number of “closed professions”, where free access is denied (e.g. lawyers, notaries, accountants, pharmacists, etc.)
• a low-skilled workforce (only 1.2% of the adult labour force participates in lifelong learning)
• excessive non-wage labour costs due to high employers’ social security contributions (43,9% of the wage bill, one of the highest proportions in the EU)
• lack of technical support from the state authorities
• social security problems (low pensions, inadequate coverage, sustainability problems).

Gov't strives for a deal with troika amid persisting rifts



Marathon talks between government officials and troika envoys over the weekend made progress in some areas but the two sides remained far from an agreement, sources indicated on Monday, stressing however that the goal remained to reach a deal before next Monday’s Eurogroup summit.
“It’s a tough situation,” a senior government official told Kathimerini on Monday following talks that began on Sunday at 8 p.m. and finished in the early hours of Clean Monday. “We’ve still got a long road ahead,” the official said, adding that all technical-level proposals by the Greek side had been exhausted and it was time “for a political decision.”....

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Greek Reporter 5 March 2014:  
Samaras, Venizelos Meet On Troika Rift
As a logjam over unresolved reforms remains with international lenders,  Greek Prime Minister Antonis Samaras is set to meet with his Deputy Premier, PASOK Socialist leader Evangelos Venizelos, on March 5 to try to find a way to break it before Eurozone finance chiefs meet next week over whether to okay release of a pending nine billion euro installment.
The government has committed to 80% of 153 undone reforms recommended in a so-called Toolkit from the Paris-based Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD) but that hasn’t satisfied the Troika of the European Union-International Monetary Fund-European Central Bank (EU-IMF-ECB).
Also on the table is a dispute over how much more money Greek banks need on top of the €50 billion from $325 billion in two bailouts. The estimates range from €5-20 billion and are holding up a resolution on the talks and as the Bank of Greece this week is set to reveal the results of stress tests on state financial institutions.
Samaras and Venizelos are scheduled to talk a day after intense negotiations between the Troika’s envoys and Greek ministers, led by finance chief Yannis Stournaras, who also briefed the Premier.
After all the major structural reforms that have been plodded through, the negotiators are also down to minutiae as well, including lender demands to extend the shelf life of milk – essentially to allow sales of expired products – and to let supermarkets sell non-prescription drugs, an idea fiercely fought by pharmacists who want to keep a monopoly.

Kathimerini editorial 4 March 2014:
A country of vested interests
Certain Greek politicians are finally willing to talk about a fact that previously was never mentioned in public dialogue. This is a country of comfortably entrenched vested interests that are battling to make sure that absolutely nothing ever changes. The only thing they are interested in is maintaining the kind of privileges they gained under particularly nontransparent circumstances. We, the consumers, however – people who end up paying hefty prices for numerous consumer goods in order to keep these vested interests and privileges alive – have proved incapable of developing our own, efficient anti-vested interest network. That is why, on the one hand, we allow all the various lobbies representing the vested interests to monopolise public dialogue, while on the other we fail to provide sufficient support to those very few politicians who are willing to make the kind of difference that would prove beneficial to us all.
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Lin phoned. I was enjoying Lurleen's sweet and savoury pancakes at Livingstone Road Allotments clubhouse and nattering to Denise.
Lurleen cooks pancakes at Livingstone Allotments

When was I coming home, she wanted to know.
"In about half an hour....So?"
She'd been to Good Hope for Amy's latest scan
"A girl" I don't think Lin was surprised. She knew already.
A grand-daughter in July

I shared the news with the lunch club.
"I don't mind if it's boy or girl, but I like the idea of a pigeon pair"
Later talking to Rob in the club I asked him if anyone was planting.
"No-one. Put potatoes in now they'll rot."
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On Tuesday we were babysitting Oliver. When it was my turn we - Oliver, Oscar and I - went to the park and looked at trees, birds and lots of damp grass. I watched Oliver inspecting puddles, tramping up and down in shallow muddy pools, unwilling to catch up, so we could go to the playground before walking home.
Oliver enjoying paddling in Handsworth Park

We dropped in on John Rose's house - three down from ours. Cup of tea and chat, Oscar and Dieter, best of friends, wandering in and out of the garden. A neighbour, George, came round - a bit shaky, just out of hospital. A beer for him and then one for me. Oliver picked biscuits from a pile John had put on the table and fed the dogs, wandered around interesting himself as we talked about the scourge of high cost short term lending. John has been part of the new Archbishop of Canterbury's campaign to help show how private loan companies work. He and others have been mystery shopping for loans, swimming with sharks, and reporting back on the results.
"As financial regulations have tightened in the US, these companies have migrated here"
The archbishop, Justin Welby, worked in the oil industry; he understands finance; has an informed headstart in pressing for tighter financial controls over payday loan companies preying on the poor; rules that come in this April with stricter regulation which should level the ground for Credit Unions to offer similar loans at far lower interest.
It was a pleasant interval, Oliver amusing himself as John, I and George, put the world to rights.
"A pretty pass we've come to making fun of the poor"
"Like going to Bedlam to mock the mad. A spectacle. Poverty porn - and all in the best possible taste"
"It's not as if we don't see people here who are poor, see them in their variety, some dead souls, others hustling, others in quiet retreat. Meantime the very rich have done a swell job getting the surviving poor to hate the one's that struggle and fall"
I had in mind my dialogue with Jan Didrichsen, continuing....a letter last Spring:
Dear J. I suspect that as April's welfare reforms begin to bite, we will encounter, even more than usual, the ugly habit of demonising the poor - about which I know no better remark than this - from the great American writer, Herman Melville, who spent time on a US warship in the 19th century and encountered the justification of the officer class for flogging the lower deck. Such cruelty was essential given the dangerous and depraved behaviour such punishments were designed to quell.
‘Depravity in the oppressed is no apology for the oppressor; but rather an additional stigma to him, as being in large degree, the effect, and not the cause and justification of oppression’ Chap 14 ‘White Jacket’
"The trouble is that there's no narrative, no story robust enough, John. There's the Marxist stuff. Private Eye is better; articulate, wry, researched. The story being told at the moment is the one that says being poor is your own fault. But on top of that is a layer of ironic cruelty. Poverty is now an entertainment. It's like that ground breaking Tiger in your tank ad for petrol, The punters did the advertising. They paid for it. That was a famous first. Now the punters confess in entertaining ways that their condition is of their own creation. It's brilliant. We take punters being billboards for granted now. So the obscene gap between the rich and the poor.  It makes the story of fault so much more convincing! The fib - a good semi-truth - has such currency among us, yet composed and recomposed in places with spotless floors and high views, disseminated assiduously by the media of the mighty. Poverty is panem. Povery is the circus. Hunger games."
Wetness

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Why I like/dislike Facebook - there's so much work to be done...

Simon Baddeley added 2 new photos.
Just watched 'Ikuru' filmed in 1952 - a Japanese film that reminded me of 'It's a Wonderful Life' (1946) - a reminder that there are better things to do than take to making blue crystal meth when you get terminal cancer - much as we enjoyed 'Breaking Bad'

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