A Long Intermission, With an Interval
of Grief
My world
changed this past winter: my mother died suddenly. For nearly a year, this blog
has been deferring to life and death: to course revision and preparation, family,
home, holidays, teaching, travel--and most notably, my mother's completely
unexpected death. Even after I overcame the months of disabling depression that
followed my sudden trip to the U. S. last winter to share the love and
sadness of family and friends, so much has reminded me of my mother and my loss:
hairspray, my kids' clothes, tall trees, cooking, scenic views, makeup, flowers,
fudge cake…. Our summer trip to the U. S. came too late for my children and
me to play miniature golf with their grandma; relax and play with her at the
playground, amusement park, and beach; relive my childhood walks on the boardwalk
together; or show her their drawings and discoveries. It came too late for me
to spend time close to my mother during the relaxed vacation days that bear
little resemblance to her annual fall visit to us in Greece, when school hours,
homework, and (this time) preparations for the last birthday party she'd share
with us distracted me, yet again, from the importance of our relationship. I
thought we had at least ten more years to share.
An American Interlude
Our summer
in the U. S.--my longest stay there since 2000--did
include a number of enjoyable reunions, as well as enabling more accurate
comparisons between the two countries I know best. I was most struck by
differences in size, space, and convenience: even in the smallest state of Rhode Island, everything from paper towel packs
and milk cartons to appliances, parking lots, and highways tends to be big. Not
only the excessively extravagant Gilded Age mansions of Newport, but even the smallest middle-class
houses on our street in a Providence suburb, were roomier than typical middle-class
homes in Greece. And so much is ultra-convenient: "drive-thru"
pharmacies, pre-cut and peeled carrots, cash back with debit cards at
supermarkets, smart phones, little electronic boxes to entertain kids. Of
course, it all comes with a high price in both dollars and health; I was
surprised by how much healthy, real, and especially organic food costs in
comparison to the omnipresent junk food, how often I saw kids interacting with
electronic devices instead of with each other, and how much health care and
medicine can cost for the uninsured. Expenses did vary; gas was cheaper than in
Greece even in the Northeast, as were many of the clothes
and shoes at Delaware outlets, but groceries, rent, and
services were more expensive. My friends and I talked about corruption in the
government and the legal system, injustice and poverty, crime and danger--in
general, about the imperfections of the American system as well as the Greek
one. But mostly, this past summer, I savored time with my family and friends
and appreciated the good side of American life: helpful new neighbors; polite
strangers; clean yards, sidewalks, roads, and parks; vast extents of green
grass and trees; plentiful space inside and out; mint chocolate chip ice cream;
sweet corn; blueberries; and being surrounded by completely comprehensible
English.
As
fortunate Americans who could afford to explore, we were impressed by the
monumental bridges we crossed on our way up and down the Eastern U. S., and
even landscapes that bored me in
childhood inspired a lazy, peaceful fascination, an attraction of the old and
familiar: smooth, wide, endless highways between lush green cornfields and
roadside forests, marshes, rivers, and ponds contrasted with the rugged dryness
of much of Greece; neatly paved roads through neighborhoods of carefully
manicured lawns with flowerbeds and well-kept single-family homes contrasted
with the large, boxy concrete structures and compact, largely utilitarian
fruit, vegetable, and flower gardens of our neighborhood in Crete. We also
passed through areas of the industrial ugliness, monotonous strip malls,
crowded and unkempt lower-income housing, and littered yards of smaller rural
homes that are additional hallmarks of America, but most of our trips took us
through the more prosperous areas that fit the positive stereotypes of the USA. Driving through New England with
Prairie Home Companion and Garrison Keillor's caricature
of Minnesotans as "God's chosen winter people," the highway a ribbon
snaking along between tall deciduous trees toward New York City and its Spanish
and Greek radio stations, I was often amused. But a nostalgic sadness and
fondness hit me as the Pennsylvania Turnpike's smooth roads wandered across rolling
hills of farmland and forest in the green and gray of light summer rain. The grazing
horses and cows between the cornfields, tall silos, capacious barns, and rambling
old farmhouses and outbuildings were as welcome to me as if I'd never seen a
farm, as if I were a tourist on a first visit to Amish country, and as if I'd
grown up there--as I had.
It was
often a summer of nostalgic memories, visits, and re-creations of childhood
pleasures, but it was also a summer of discovery in Rhode Island, where I hadn't spent much time
before. I wandered among colonial era houses near Brown University; we joined the street-fair-type
excitement of Waterfire's bonfires on the river; and I joyfully breathed in the
smell of thousands of real paper books in libraries peopled by real readers,
such as Edgar Allan Poe's hangout, the Athenaeum. My children and I delighted
in the extensive lawns and forests of Roger Williams Park, with its carousel,
swan boats, gardens, ballfields, playgrounds, and zoo, the latter boasting far
more shade, space, and water, not to mention air conditioning and misting
stations, than the zoo outside Athens. We enjoyed visiting the strangely
lumpy camels, seeking out the elusive snow leopard, adoring the furry red
panda, and hunting for the monkeys in their large rainforest-like building. But
on the hottest, most humid days of a record-setting July, we sought refuge in
the cool reading room of our local public library, which offered so much more
than the children's library in Chania. In addition to checking out hundreds of English-language
books, we appreciated free internet access; free performances by a storyteller
and a magician; free or reduced tickets at the Providence Children's Museum and
the RISDE Art Museum; and the incentives of the children's reading club, which
(after the discovery of Nate the Great) finally interested my son in reading by
offering crafts, prizes, fast food meals, and passes to such extravagant mansions
as Blithewold in Bristol and The Breakers in Newport. (Talk about conspicuous
consumption--as Mark Twain and Edith Wharton did!) That's America, with all its contradictions: more
(offerings, solutions, problems), bigger (spaces, places, income gaps), richer
(communities, organizations, elites). In spite of Greece's glorious beaches, clear waters,
and breathtaking scenery, as well as the generosity, hospitality, openness, and
friendship of Greeks, I wasn't ready to leave the USA.
Back to School Blues and the Modern
Greek Tragedy
But we did
leave. Welcome back to Greece, I thought, as we rode in a taxi
amidst the suffocating fumes of uncontrolled vehicle exhaust at the end of the
summer. Welcome back to Greece, I thought, as I struggled to re-acclimate to
the intensely burning sun, the frequent barking of dogs tied up to act as alarm
systems, and the intermittent strikes that
interrupt garbage pickup and close public services such as post offices,
hospitals, and schools. Welcome back to the "Utter Confusion" a Greek journalist associated with Greece, and to its illogical public
education system.
Now, the
kids are more or less back in school. I think most of the high school teachers
in our area ended their week or so of strikes a few weeks ago, although one
local junior high school started full-time classes only in October (instead of
mid September). Some Greek universities remain closed because their presidents
(called rectors here) claim they don't have enough administrative staff to
function now that the Greek government has allowed the Troika's insistence on
transferring and firing civil servants to hit their campuses. By American
standards, D's university is and was understaffed (if over-creatively designed, architecturally
speaking), but some of the public
universities in Greece boasted far more staff members, some of them
unproductive and illegally hired by political patrons at taxpayer expense. I
can see why such past mistakes need to be remedied, but it's not clear that the
remedy, hurriedly applied to please the Troika, avoids disrupting necessary
administrative functions performed by diligent staff members.
And I can't
figure out why the Troika would insist on firing grade school teachers. This
packs many elementary school kids into classes with 34 other children and
reduces secondary school students' already dim hope of learning enough at
crowded public schools to pass the demanding Panhellenic exams, an extremely
stressful ordeal of six two to three hour exams taken over a two-week period
that determines whether or not they attend a public university in Greece. I can't
see why the Troika would increase the need for public school students to attend
private "frontistiria" (costly after-school schools) or hire tutors
to properly teach them the foreign languages, science, composition, and math
they'll be expected to master. Since the government needs to save money, why
don't they fire the civil servants who sit around smoking, drinking coffee, or
chatting while lines lengthen in the post office or at City Hall, or those who
receive a paycheck for a job they don't do, rather than the people who teach
the youths of Greece? And why on earth don't they ask
students to refrain from writing in their school books, so next year's students
can use the same texts, they way we did in the U. S.? It's not like Greece has extra trees, extra paper, and
extra money to spend on new books each year! Yes, Greece certainly needs to cut its budget,
combat tax evasion and corruption, and reform its civil service system, but
what bewilders many people here is that the government hurries so fast to give
in to the Troika's demands that many of its "cost-saving"
"reform" measures are illogical and ultimately costly because they
disrupt society and destroy health and lives.
One Troika
official claimed that they are "not blind," that they know that about 60% of Greek youths are unemployed.
What are they, then, deaf to pleas to
allow proper education of these young people? I realize they want to reduce
public spending and strengthen banks and the economy, but the public education
system was faulty enough without firing teachers and increasing class size. And
what is the basis of a nation's economy, if not its people, who need a good,
affordable education? I repeatedly demand of hapless middle-class parents why
they continue to pay the thousands of euros required each year--even during
this economic crisis--so they can drive their children to extra lessons to do
extra work at extra schools, staying up late studying instead of enjoying the
sports, dance, or music lessons most have to give up by high school, if not
earlier. Families may give up expensive food and drink, new clothes and shoes,
but many continue to pay frontistirio fees even now! I've asked so many times why
Greek parents do not demand that the public schools do their job of educating
the country's sons and daughters, rather than simply accepting the fact that
they don't expect their children to learn enough in them. Greeks strike,
occupy, and protest hundreds of times more often than Americans (or so it seems
to me!), and teachers, students, and parents do call for better funding of
better free education, but their protests, organized by political parties such
as SYRIZA to shame the government, seem to me to most often highlight anger at
particular changes in the laws, rather than emphasizing a serious demand to
overhaul an unnecessarily ineffective, costly, wasteful public/private
education system. Of course, under the reign of the Troika, they face an uphill
battle against even one new law, so I suppose it's unreasonable to expect them
to fight for more, but I’m bewildered by the acceptance implied by the ever so
common phrase "ti na kanoume," what can we do? The answer is most
often merely "ipomoni," patience.
I'm
discussing the middle class here, whose parents expect their children to attend
university and pay dearly to ensure that they do, but I wonder just how many
intelligent lower-income students are shut out of Greece's public university
system because their parents cannot afford frontistiria or tutoring for them.
(Yes, there's universal free public primary and secondary education in Greece, but not enough to ensure the
ability to continue into the free public universities, for which there is stiff
competition!) Wealthier families often send their children to expensive private
schools which offer better preparation for university entrance exams--or for
studying abroad--and then supplement that schooling with private tutoring. But
for the middle class, according to one Greek mother, frontistiria are in style,
enabling families to keep up with the Joneses (or Yannis and Maria's children), since one child must
know as much English (math, science, composition) as the next child rather than
being embarrassed or disadvantaged by falling behind. This Greek mother also
believes nearly everyone in Greece, or her brother (sister, aunt,
father), works for a frontistirio or tutors children, so that dismantling the
current system would damage the national economy too seriously to be
acceptable. It's true that Greece could hardly absorb another large
group of unemployed individuals right now; nor is there money to employ these
teachers in the public school system. An annoyed British mother here recommends
closing the public schools, since
kids don't learn there anyhow. Since no one expects students to learn much,
many teachers apparently don't try too hard to teach. Other teachers--even very
good, dedicated instructors--work with the justifiable expectation that most students
are also learning part of each lesson at their frontistirio, so that the entire
subject need not be covered in public school. In fact, in the last month before
the Panhellenic exams, masses of students suddenly become too "sick"
to attend their public schools, spending all their time studying for the more
useful frontistirio lessons. There are too few vocational or technical schools
below university level, so even many middle-class students who don't do
especially well in school are pushed to struggle their way into universities.
I think
many of the youths who spend at least their last year of high school studying
intensely for long hours become too sick of this educational struggle to care
to attend their university classes. Urged to excel in music, dance, or sports
on ultra-competitive teams or with high-level exams or recitals in elementary
and junior high school, and then to focus on intense study to learn an
impressive amount at a very advanced level by the end of high school, middle-
and upper-class Greek children are pushed to be highly educated, but they don't
have much chance to be children who enjoy childhood. By the time they reach
their university years, many tend to merely take the exams that are the sole
requirement in most courses--and they may take them as many times as necessary
to pass, as long as they finish in seven years (for a degree that should take
five). Finally released from parental and social pressure to perform,
university students begin to relax and enjoy themselves, partying, lounging at
cafes, and driving drunk just as they should become serious about preparing for
life and a career. I realize that this happens elsewhere, too, but it strikes
me as a more widespread problem here, with a more obvious, ironic, and perhaps avoidable
cause.
There are
some encouraging signs that the situation may be starting to change, however,
as more students attend classes during this economic crisis, especially
following the recent reform that requires students to finish their studies within
seven years. That reform led to great fury and many occupations of universities
by a radical minority of students offended by the idea that they couldn't
attend university indefinitely at taxpayers' expense. While it may be hard for
some students who are earning enough for their room and board to finish on
time, most are supported by their families, and many seem to simply feel
entitled to fail exams as many times as they wish, without bothering to attend
classes. As I understand it, a minority of students, some of them belligerent
and violent in the face of disapproval of their disruptive protests, generally
manages to control student meetings and votes on whether to occupy the
university to protest any proposed changes, closing D's campus (for example) several
times per year so professors can't teach and the students who wish to can't learn.
In 2012, classes continued an extra month or so into the summer here to make up
for time lost during occupations, scrambling summer plans for internships,
research, or travel.
My children
learn quite a lot at their public elementary school--for now, since their
classmates attend frontistiria only for foreign languages so far, and their
parents still expect public school teachers to teach the rest of the classes
adequately. There are many excellent, hard-working teachers and professors as
well as serious, talented, smart students at Greek schools and universities,
and many students do manage to learn enough to excel in prestigious foreign
graduate programs, so Greek public education works for some. But so much more
is possible. Students, unite! Not to further curtail your education with more
occupations and strikes--to expand your education with sensible demands and
plans for a logically organized, truly free, well staffed, wisely utilized,
efficient public education system that could realize the full potential of
Greece's intelligent, talented population without the excessive financial and
psychological demands on students and parents during secondary school years that
reduce the quality of many a university education. Of course, I am well aware
that sensible demands tend to lead to little action now, with deep divisions
between political parties and few non-ideological efforts at logical compromise--so
widely known an American problem these days that my kids' school principal
asserts that I'm better off here in Greece, even if she can't tell me when
Christmas vacation starts or when we'll have the additional teachers we need,
even if there are no substitute teachers after kindergarten, so students simply
miss their lessons if teachers are ill (on strike, at a meeting, etc.). It is
always hard to agree about what is "sensible" or "logical."
A common Greek response is to take to the streets in desperate attempts to
attract the government's attention--or change the government--and no solution
is in sight.
Here in Crete, we aren't as seriously affected by
strikes and demonstrations as Athenians are. We have our share, but this term
D's university stayed open except for a two-day occupation, and our children's
elementary school teachers kept teaching all along, although some in the area
went on strike for a day or two. In fact, once I'd given up on my son's school
days lasting more than a meager 4 ¼ hours (that's through 2nd grade),
our principal astonished me with an announcement on the first day of school,
September 11: school days would be extended to last from 8:10 to 2:00, thanks
to the EU program the Greeks call ESPA! I am less surprised that this hasn't
happened yet, even in October; but the missing art, music, and theater teachers
materialized last week, so school ended at 2:00 three out of five days this week.
There's still no sign of the additional English and gym teachers needed to staff
the extra classes, and they're still trying to finish the computer room this
week, but we have had a computer teacher for a week or so, along with 10 or 12
computers that will eventually be shared during lessons. Every year, there's
uncertainty about who will teach each elementary school class until the first
day of school. Last year, there were many missing school books, and no English
teacher at our school until November, with our usual, wonderful English teacher
on maternity leave and some difficulty providing for all the far-flung islands
of Greece. (And what an English teacher we
ended up with! He could barely understand or respond when I slowly and clearly
introduced myself!) But this year the Ministry of Education seems to be
shuffling teachers in even more belated, wild confusion than usual as it tries
to decide whom to fire. So we've had a gradual lengthening of our school day,
which ended first at 12:25, then 1:15, playing havoc with working
parents' schedules. We're luckier than some students in Chania, though, where
school ended at 11:30 at least through late September because a building was not
finished.
The most
recent strikes and protests are understandable, if no more constructive than
usual; the Troika demands more and more firings of public sector employees, and
there are no jobs, social services, or insurance plans to help all the people
who'll be sacked, or already have been. There is no money to replace their
salaries, to pay their rent and bills, to buy their groceries, to pay for their
medical care, to pay the higher and higher taxes demanded by the Troika and
accepted by the Greek government. But the Troika isn't blind. They're just deaf
to reason. Fire the civil servants, they say, fire them, and cut off their
health insurance; reduce the salaries and pensions of the rest. They don't seem
to hear that this means children go malnourished and undereducated, that the
sick go without medicine. For the Troika, it seems that anything goes, as long
as Greece can repay its creditors and
strengthen its banks. The Troika is not blind, not to the numbers that look
slightly better in terms of Greece's ability to repay its debt, even
as the numbers of unemployed skyrocket beyond the latest statistic of 27.6 %,
which counts part-timers as "employed" and drops the hopeless from the
counts as the numbers of suicides climb. This helps to explain the increasing
popularity, during the years of the economic crisis, of not only the relatively
new opposition (SYRIZA, the Coalition of the Radical Left), but also the
neo-fascist Golden Dawn, which entered parliament for the first time last year.
Only the recent murder of a Greek man by a Golden Dawn member--not the hundreds
of acts of intimidation, the many beatings, or the murders of immigrants
allegedly carried out by people affiliated with this group--has finally led to
a serious investigation of this political party as a possibly criminal
organization, as well as belated arrests of prominent party members. (For more on
this, see, for example, this brief overview of Golden's Dawn's role in Greek politics and society by a
conservative/centrist Greek editor. Leftists criticize the government's delayed
response to violence against immigrants in much stronger terms.) Increasing
numbers of Greeks seem to agree with a slogan of KEERFA, the Movement United
Against Racism and the Fascist Threat: "Each vote for Golden Dawn is a
knife in Nazi hands." The Troika seems to be deaf to pleas to help desperate
Greeks in order to stop them from turning to neo-fascists for the answers. We
can only hope the government's crackdown on Golden Dawn opens people's eyes to
the dangers of fascism, rather than creating a backlash of fascist sympathizers
who believe Golden Dawn's hypocritical claims that they are being persecuted,
rather than being the persecutors.
Natural Uplift: Awe-Inspiring Agios
Pavlos
When we first returned to Greece at the end of August, jetlagged and
kidlagged after a summer full of family time, D and I needed a vacation, a
brief escape from the utter confusion of Greece's modern tragedy. Unlike many, we
were fortunate enough to manage a few days in our favorite part of southern Crete, the Plakias area south of
Rethymno. (See my October 25, 2012 blog for
some photos from last year's trip there.) We enjoyed visiting favorite
beaches and restaurants, plus one that was 1 hour and 20 minutes' drive farther
east of where we stayed, taking the "good" roads vs. the treacherous,
rutty gravel ones we got lost on last year. We'd made it to the top of the
Agios Pavlos cliffs and sand dunes last year, but just at sunset, too late to descend
to the beaches. We found closer parking this year, right above the dunes,
instead of next to a café above another beach from which we needed to ascend
many steps, traverse a wide open area, and climb up before heading down. This
time, it was just a matter of carefully slide-walking down dunes several
stories high--with a much harder climb up afterwards, obviously. Initially, it
wasn't clear to me that last year's vantage point from on high didn't provide
as spectacular a sunset view as one could find, with the sea extending out to
the west and layers of hills and promontories fading off into the distance in
varying tones of purple or orange and gray (as in my last two photos from last October's
blog section, Exploring to the East: Toward Agios
Pavlos on a Blustery Day). Down on the beach at sea level, the
perspective looking inland to that hill of dunes rising close behind us was
rather unsettling. But once I began exploring to the north, where boulders and
cliffs hide caves accessible by wading or swimming around the rocks, I became
enchanted. I love the cool, dark spaces of caves freshened by little waves
washing up onto their minibeaches, rustling the tiny pebbles against each
other. I love the frames provided by the black outlines of cave openings
looking out toward spectacular views of the Libyan Sea at sunset. Cave walls, boulders,
distant hills, sea, and sunset--what more could we ask for? Crystal-clear
waters for viewing fish and the sea bottom, with or without masks--and we
enjoyed that, too. Of course, we didn't manage to tear ourselves away from all
that before dark, but fortunately D had come prepared with a strong flashlight
and a head lamp for the challenging ascent. Life in Greece is no vacation, but vacation in Greece reminds me that there's hope for
Greeks' life. Along with neighborly, sociable, kind, clever people, Greece has its glorious scenery and sea,
and so do the people who live here--as I do. By no means will it feed or heal
everyone, but it can both offer peace and attract the more tangible economic
benefits of tourism, which continues to thrive into a warm October this year.
Leading up to Christmas in Greece, a mild season
this year in Crete and Athens, poinsettia trees and cyclamen flowers bloom, community
groups organize charity bazaars, schoolchildren stage performances during which
parents talk, and schools offer parties featuring cheese pies and sweets, Santa
and stories, crafts and (in our case) Cretan dances and Zumba. Christmas
carnivals spring up in various city squares, parks, and stadiums, with colorful
rides, giant bubbles, and seasonal activities for children, as well as
opportunities for commerce by immigrants, Roma, and Greeks. Greeks gather at
the homes of friends and family for reunions, reminiscences, gifts for the kids,
food, and drink--and to share their pessimism about the future of Greece, complaining
about high taxes and expenses, with salaries back at 2006 levels for those who
still have jobs, and ever lower pensions. I have spoken with only one person
who believes the current centrist coalition government is doing the right
thing, and only one other person who believes the leftist SYRIZA (the main
opposition party) can improve things. And those are the leading political
parties in Greece, nearly tied in the polls--but with not even a quarter of
respondents supporting either one.
But here we are with my mother in law (one of the
most thoughtful, accommodating, unselfish people I know) in Piraeus for the
typically long school vacation: more than two weeks this year, to encompass
everything from Christmas Eve through New Year's and then the celebration of
the lights (Epiphany) and Agios Ioannis (Saint John's) day. And it was busy
enough here with the shopping, children's gifts, kitchen cleanup, visiting with
Greek family, and cooking (including my annual turkey soup with leftovers from
the bird Greeks eat only at Christmas and New Year's, along with goat and pork)
that I kept my nostalgic desires in check and just accepted the day for what it
was, here and now, festive and celebratory in its own family- and food-centered
Greek way.
Young people in Greece sing their Christmas carols,
or Calenda, in return for money, often accompanying themselves with triangles,
on Christmas Eve morning and again on New Year's Eve morning and January 5,
the day before Epiphany, which is known here as Fota, the festival of light and
day for blessing the waters and boats (when a priest throws a cross into the
freezing sea, and brave youths race to retrieve it). Sometimes we see wandering
bands or accordionists playing carols or other music in the streets these days.
What I'd never seen before was a little band of youths with two trombones, a
clarinet, a trumpet, and a drum 
marching through a small neighborhood
"super"market as they played (and how they could do that, with the
crowds in that small space, I don't know; I find it difficult to just make my
way through some of the aisles to shop there when it's busy!). I hadn't ever
seen (or heard) the Calenda played with plastic tubes of varying lengths,
either, as groups of visitors did at the Eugenides Foundation's Interactive
Science and Technology Exhibition Hall next to its digital planetarium last
week. I played my part best in the carol with the same tune as "Jingle
Bells," where I actually knew the rhythm. Then we watched a wonderful film
about expeditions to Everest, which was the highlight of our visit, since some
of the exhibits didn't work correctly, although others were fascinating. Our
favorite was the air percussion room, where it sounded like we were playing
drums, cymbals, and bells when we hit the air.
Actually, there was a great deal more energy, as
well as far more people, when the Technical University of Crete hosted a science
fair for elementary school students on December 7, with chemistry
demonstrations using ordinary household materials such as baking soda, vinegar,
eggs, water, oil, and dyes; small robotic dogs and soccer players that ran
(awkwardly) and attempted goals (without any remote control); cell phones to
tell when plants must be watered; illustrations and elementary discussions of
mathematical models and fractals; computer-generated shadow puppetry;
elementary students' exhibits of the water cycle and a volcano that erupted;
and more demonstrations than anyone could visit in a few hours. What was most
encouraging was that both children and parents were excited and impressed by
the science, and with an estimated 3,000 visitors, it felt like the university
was THE place to be on that Saturday afternoon! My son even delayed leaving for
a birthday party in order to watch more of the chemistry demonstrations. I
suppose that event was more impressive than the Athens museum both due to the
enthusiastic, energetic efforts of hundreds of students and professors, and
because Chania residents unaccustomed to access to a science museum really
appreciated seeing something extraordinary.
The government and its supporters claim that the
economy is improving--but so they've been saying for some time, and many
ordinary Greeks have yet to see evidence of this. Granted, Greece will have a
primary surplus this year, and investors in government bonds will make a great
deal of money, but this occurs at the expense of people who lack heat,
electricity, homes, sufficient warm clothing and shoes, necessary health care, and/or
adequate nutritious food, since the government and the Troika have acted less
to promote ordinary people's well-being than to help banks, bonds, and the
national economic numbers that are most important to the upper classes. It's
true that some Greeks have enough money to rent little cars for small children
or pedal-powered cars for families next to the extensive Paleo Faliro playgrounds
and promenade by the sea, while others can afford the entry fees required for
children's holiday activities that were free last year, when the city of Athens
spent far more on Christmas, or pay for carnival rides. New exercise equipment
for adults in Paleo Faliro, a new daycare center and toddlers' playground in
Neo Faliro, and still 
unemployment
rates, and freedom of expression, rather than “Safeguarding human rights
in times of economic crises”
(as the report is titled). The article suggests that Greek
leaders' plans to satisfy the Troika's demands to save money often end up
conflicting with the Treaty on European Union and the European Social Charter. On subways and sidewalks,
wandering Roma children with accordions and collection cups compete with Greek
beggars' stories of hardship, prompting some handouts, some silence, and one
well-dressed middle-aged woman’s notation of an unemployed father's address, with
the comment that she wanted to send him something.
On the other hand, some free-spirited Greek youths
demonstrated their exuberance with back flips and twists into the Paleo Faliro
sand the other day. And the impressive wall painting of two blue hands cupped
below a flaming euro coin (pictured in my October 22, 2012 blog) outside the
Theatro kato ap' tin Gefira (Theater Under the Bridge) near the Olympiakos
soccer stadium in Neo Faliro has been replaced by a possibly more hopeful image
of a lit candle. I don't know if that refers to the Christmas holiday, or to
increased hope for the Greek economy and the country as a whole. In any case,
we shall see whether the midnight firecrackers and phone calls of New Year’s
Eve, the Vasilopita or New Year’s cake, with one piece set aside for strangers,
and the family gatherings over holiday dinners foreshadow a more joyful,
caring, generous and hopeful year for Greece in 2014. We finally visited the nearby
Archaeological Museum of Piraeus for the first time yesterday and were impressed
with its small but often impressive collection before beginning a long seaside walk
past the boats and harbors of Piraeus, so that was a good start for us. May it be
a happier new year for those who struggled in 2013.
