An unusually heavy Greek winter greeted me at Eleftherios Venizelos airport when I arrived in Athens on Wednesday. It has been years since – if ever – I had seen such bad weather in Athens.
Black clouds shrouded the usually blue sky. The wind was blowing demonically. You needed to hold onto something to keep from being knocked down. It was so strong.
But it is Greece. Today the wind blows hard and loud, tomorrow the storm passes, and the sun returns – and all is sweetness and light.
But we, the Hellenic Diaspora, face other winds, incessantly, in our efforts for...
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