“Galamoo!” the freckled, red haired sports teacher roared across the astro-turf, sending flecks of spit in my direction. I glanced at him nonchalantly, marvelling at how the Australian sports teacher …

“Myrivilis’ «Η Ζωή εν Τάφω» is an anti-war novel.” “No! Did you read that bit where they meet the Russians on the hill and they are speaking Greek? It glorifies …

The title to the show currently playing at the Comedy Theatre is particularly apt, though regrettably, no reference to Star Wars, a genre that lends itself to infinite parody, is …

“Βρε, what’s that on your arm?” I pointed to my friend’s prodigious muscular upper arm, bulging from within the confines of a particularly tight t-shirt. He looked at me warily …

Do we lean against the ruins? Or are we ideologically against ruins in general and crave their demolition? The polysemy of the Hellenic Museum’s latest exhibition: “Against the Ruins: Photographs …

«Έλα δουνά πδάκιμ να μαγειρέψουμι. Ας του βιβλίου κάτου. Θα παλαβουθείς απ’του πολύ διάβασμα κι θα πουστοφέρνς σαν του γιο τς πωστλένε στου χουριό.» It was with these loving Samian …

There is nothing ostensibly remarkable about my grandfather’s village, Mytilinioi, in eastern Samos. Founded on the side of a hill, the sleepy settlement moves stubbornly but surely, to an archetypal …

Whether by accident or design, the ancient cultures of Greece and China, though geographically at great distances from each other and politically, poles apart, present interesting parallels. One of many …

One of the elements that make Melbourne special for me, is its plethora of signs in other languages and alphabets that can be found identifying businesses. From Chinese characters employed …

My Melburnian geography is one of lost Greek landmarks. As I drive down the main drag of my suburb, I look at the thriving Greek restaurants and commemorate the demise …