Dean Kalimniou
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Diatribe – Stella
They found Stella dead in her living room, slumped over her armchair, in the afternoon. She had been dead for less than a day. When the police took her body …
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Diatribe – Russia, the Ukraine and us
The last free Greek territory to succumb to the Ottomans was the Principality of Theodoro, in the Crimea in 1475. Since time immemorial, the lands of Ukraine and Southern Russia, …
Diatribe – ‘Dad, when are we going to the parelasi?’
The night before my first parelasi (loosely translated as “march” or “parade”), I couldn’t sleep. On the couch by my bed, my mother had laid out the costume my aunt …
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Diatribe – When we abuse our elders
“My daughter-in-law keeps on making appointments for me to have a brain scan,” my elderly client tells me, his voice shaking. “I refuse to go. That’s what she did with …
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Diatribe: Griko, Greek and the psychology of language
Over the holidays, a mother heard my children and I speaking Greek to each other at the park. Introducing herself, and her child who spoke perfect Greek with an Athenian …
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Diatribe: Between Scylla and Charybdis – Telling our own tale
The other day a friend was relating an experience he had in the 1980s. A university student, on his days off, he would assist his mother who was a cleaner, …
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Diatribe: Changing the date
When the Constitution first came into being in 1901, Section 127 provided that ‘in reckoning the numbers of people of the Commonwealth, or of a State or other part of …
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Diatribe: Summer Peninsula Malaise
The twelve days of Christmas are well and truly over, even if yet again for another year, their termination was not marked by a mass migration to Princess Pier, for …
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Diatribe: Ancient Greeks – Athletes, warriors, heroes and… thieves
One of the first things that I discovered about my late lamented father in law upon meeting him for the first time was that unbeknownst to us, we had crossed …
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Diatribe: Selling the farm
Of all Greek brotherhood buildings around Melbourne, one of the ones I have the fondest memories of, is that of Pontiaki Koinotita in Brunswick. For years, its Friday night Taverna …