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Dean Kalimniou

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Diatribe – Return of the Evzones

From the outset one thing must be made abundantly clear: anyone visiting from the motherland should be welcomed with open arms by our community and treated to our famous Greek-Melburnian …

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Diatribe- Karagiozis goes to Greek School

My late uncle Stathis was my first ever contact with Karagiozis. Possessed of a deep, rumbling voice, he would insert of all the great Greek shadow puppet play hero’s catchphrases …

Letting loose the dogs of war: Dionysios Skylosophos

There is a section in the walls of the castle of Ioannina that locals always approach with conflicted feelings of awe and horror. For in a now fenced-off cave within …

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Diatribe – the Ladies of 1922

As my great-grandmother would cook in the kitchen, she would point to the dish she was preparing and say: «Αυτά μας τα μάθνεσκαν οι Αούτσες» (These were taught to us …

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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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