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Dean Kalimniou

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Diatribe: ΑΛΛΟΘΡΟΟΙ

“Greek is not a clean language for an old woman.” – Juvenal The highlight of my week was having Doctor Alfred Vincent refer at the recent Pharos Symposium on the …

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Diatribe: Erysichthon the insatiable

“And just like a greedy fire never refuses food and burns up countless torches and, where a greater supply of fuel is available, seeks more and more, and grows only …

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Diatribe: Μαύρα

“I miss all those old nonnas wearing black, with their cute headscarves, walking back from the shops with their little shopping carts. You just don’t get that kind of authenticity …

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Diatribe: Delphi

Delphi shares the same root with the Greek word for womb, δελφύς. It is thus not only, as the ancient Greeks believed, the centre of the world but the beginning …

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Diatribe: Dimitria

October is an exceptional month in the Greek calendar. Not only do we celebrate OXI day, but also the liberation of Thessaloniki and the patronal feast of its protector, Saint …

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Diatribe: The Moonee Valley “Una Razza Una Fazza” Festival returns

There is a village named after Saint Dimitrios in Calabria. It was founded by refugees from Epirus in the fifteenth century, fleeing the Ottoman occupation of their homeland. The refugees …

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Diatribe: The coming of the Dignitaries

In those days dignitaries walked among us from over the sea, from the land we left behind, in order to confer legitimacy upon us all and to certify our ethnic …

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Diatribe: ANZAC, the Greek Chapter

War documentaries often seek to propagate or reinforce a national myth. When this happens, it is difficult for historians and veterans alike not to act as performative agents, showcasing power …

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Diatribe: Gershom and the day my father-in-law met the Patriarch

When I was ushered into the room, I was transfixed by his gaze immediately. Two pairs of large, pitch black eyes, poring into the innermost recesses of my being. At …

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Diatribe: Diethnes

Once a year, just before Christmastime, we would make an annual pilgrimage to the Lonsdale Street. After stopping at Salapatas to buy a record, my father would take us to …

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