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Mezze is widely served in the Greek and Middle eastern world. An assortment of little dishes and tasters which accompany a nice ouzo or a glass of wine. So when you read mezze moments you will have tasty snippets of life as I live it, India for four years and now Brisbane Australia, all served up with some Greek fervour and passion.

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Thursday, 28 April 2022

The Island of Missing Trees - Book Review


It is not often I do book reviews on the Blog. I have just finished reading Elif Shafak's The Island of Missing Trees and I think this is a must read for any islanders as she refers to the residents of the island. Not Greeks nor Turks, not Greek Cypriots nor Turkish Cypriots but islanders of a shared homeland. And while the story has been written with its focus on Cyprus its paradigms and parallels can be applied to many broken homelands around the world. 

Elif Shafak has written a story based on history and actual happenings - I know I was there for most of them - and woven into it, the love story of Kostas and Defne and their daughter Ada. Central to them however is a fig tree that takes on a human voice and is a narrator in the story. The story is dedicated "to immigrants and exiles everywhere, the uprooted, re-rooted and the rootless" (and my god there are enough of them in the world) - and to the trees left behind rooted in our memories."

She takes us back to the island's history and explores the Green Line and the division of the island. "Cartography is another name for stories told by winners. For stories told by those who have lost there isn't one." 

We are introduced to Kostas living in the UK with his daughter Ada. He is busy burying a fig tree. A way to preserve it from the cold.This is a much beloved shoot from a fig tree which grew on the island and which becomes central to their love and the preservation of their love story. They are grieving for the loss of his wife and Ada's mother. Ada is troubled by the loss and unhappy in school.

The fig tree comes to tell us the story of the Happy Fig Taverna, Yiorgos and Yusuf who ran it and the love affair between Kostas and Defne in the early 1970s  - they had to meet in secret as their families would never have approved of the union, one being from the Greek Community and the other from the Turkish Community.They chose the Taverna as it was a place they could safely meet. We hear of the struggles of the respective families and "how British, Turkish, Greek blood was spilled and the earth absorbed it all, as it always does."

The war wrenched the couple apart with terrible consequences and it is only years later that Kostas finally visits the island and comes across an older and bitter Defne, who is working as an archaeologist but involved in the work of the CMP, The Committee for Missing Persons. Those people unaccounted for in the war from both sides. Kostas asks "And the missing you found here were they Greeks or Turks ?" They were islanders"  she said with a sharp edge to her voice then. "Islanders like us."

Defne's sister, Meryem visits Kostas and Ada in London and she is able finally to fill in the missing pieces of the story about the years the couple were apart. It is a difficult but revelatory time for Ada and she is intrigued by her aunt but also by the stories she relates, many based in her culture and folk lore. She talks about the war and the ghost town of Varosha, Famagusta. She talks about how people were uprooted and pushed asunder. For young Ada it is a time to understand the wider implications of her parents union and the sacrifices they made. Not just them but everyone in the story, the young men lost to Eoka A and Eoka B, the senseless homophobic murders, the racism and nationalism which eat into human relationships and common interactions. The loss to nature and to animals and birds through war and desolation. 

It's written with beautiful imagery and meaningful sensitivity of a subject which has been emotive for so many years and constitutes what everyone knows as the "Cyprus Problem." Will it ever be solved, will people wake up to the reality that war, lines in the sand or on maps is never the answer ? That nature goes on regardless and springs forth with life where destruction once lay ? How long will it take ? 

Sunday, 24 April 2022

Discoveries with Dougall 47 - Greek Easter Sunday.

And just because I am Greek Cypriot in origin I can celebrate Easter all over again today by heading out with hubby and hound. Squally weather but in between the rain clouds we ventured forth and it was glorious. Hardly anyone around, piercing sunlight and nature looking freshly washed and revived. 

It was the Glory of this Morning. 

We walked along Ithaka Creek to Civosity Park to have a look at what is new from this enterprising creator in the hood. I loved this framed bit of wood and the statement - yes always was and always will be Aboriginal Land. 

My eye caught these special caterpillars on the underside of a leaf along the path. To start with I thought it looked like a scorpion but in fact it was neatly lined very black caterpillars ready to metamorphose into something majestic and beautiful. 
And if you cant get to the light pierce your way through to the top. That's the only way. 
Happy Greek Easter to all.

Monday, 18 April 2022

An Easter Walk and bus stops that made me stop.

A sunny autumn day of calm and quiet. I set off for a walk in the neighbourhood, on my own. I walk through Paddington and come across scenes of beauty but barely a soul. No Easter Parties, no squeals of delight from gardens as Easter egg hunts were under way, perhaps I was a little late in the day, and it had all taken place. No matter, it was a special walk, one of destressing and relaxing and it worked wonders. There were some notable sights along the way. Was my Easter message received ? Here is a reminder. I walk the streets and I am always impressed at the tidiness, the care of each home, the respect for public walkways and pavements and above all the natural beauty that this city seems to enjoy. 
I continue along and see this little art work at a bus stop and the note which accompanies it from a well known local artist.  




Art work elevating an ordinary picket fence into something creative and colourful. 
Order and even rhythm in the way the gardens unfold.
The best was this bus stop 

You would not mind if the bus was very late or did not come at all!

Saturday, 16 April 2022

Easter 2022

 There can only be one message this Easter for believers and non believers. 

And it is to stop this horrific war from further bloodshed, trauma and displacement. 

How long will it take for humanity to realise we are only one?

Here is a truly lovely story from my own homeland - one of the few between the masses who simply wont challenge propaganda and perceptions, look at history objectively and build bridges and reconciliation where possible. The island is in danger of being ripped into two. War does that. Drives wedges between peoples, erects barbed wire fences and walls yet the animals roam freely. We eat the same food, share flows of water, yearn for the same goodness in life. It has taken two from Melbourne to do something which is meaningful as well as heartfelt. They moved on it now. It's never too late to think clearly of what ultimately matters and is true. 

Happy Easter to all.

Sunday, 10 April 2022

Aussie daily life



Took kids to theatre today and on the way home I was pulled aside. Random Breath-test on Ashgrove Ave.

Lovely Policewoman : Hi have you had anything to drink today?

Me : No. 

PW : Just blow into this tube as hard as you can until I tell you to stop. 

Me: OK 

PW Reading results:Ok, you are good to go - by the way I love your dress!

Me: Oh thanks I love it too! 

PW: See ye... 

Me: I hope not! Haha

Friday, 8 April 2022

Xmas at Easter time.

 For my gift this Xmas I asked for an art class course. 


My voucher had the personal drawings of my lovely neighbour's children Cayden, Arlie and Leo on the reverse which Anthony organised while he was here. They are so sweet. 
I went along to the workshop and met my teacher Deb and her lovely side kick Val, her sister who was such a great help to all of us all day long. There were about 10 women in this twee garden, a house lost in the greenery, the decorated pots , the hanging baskets, the leafy fronds of ferns tickling as you walked by.
She was just the most adorable of Aussie women, down to earth, unpretentious, just the bees knees or should I say the gal with the green dress and pink hair. 

She took us through the process and let us loose in mosaic bits, in their hundreds, glass glittering, tiles shining, bits broken off, old jewellery beads abounding, squares, shards, perfect circles and so much more. 
I had never done anything like this before and I knew I wanted to do something with a bird in it and so I set off outlining my bird on a branch, my house number, my verdant green sun and garden. There was a little bit of chatter but there was a lot more of the focusing and working away trying to get it done. It was engaging and mesmerising, surprising and beautiful and many walked away with wonderful pots and plaques of which they could be rightly proud. It was also totally exhausting. 
Here is mine - thank you my darling boys for giving me this opportunity to create something with love and care. Its not perfect but that is what makes it mine. This post is dedicated to Kathy Raynaud for her own masterpiece which she brought all the way to India. You were in my thoughts all day Kathy. 


Saturday, 2 April 2022

Entry point

I was heading to an Antiques Fair. Well that is a bit of a giveaway I hear you say and I guess they do appeal to a certain demographic. 

"Hello can I have a ticket please." 

"Are you a pensioner?" 

"No, I don't think so but heading that way I guess"- I take my Panama off to reveal my new grey look. 

He hands me a Pensioner's ticket and some extra change. 

I am at once shocked and grateful.

"Thank you" I say with a big smile, "that is kind".  

So whether it is Pensioner or a member of the Golden Age Club, Crumbly Chicks or new Middle Agers there is the inevitable entry point which is how the world sees you. 

I grabbed my Pensioner's ticket and vowed to spend my extra two dollars doing something deliciously wicked. New feather for my hat found on the ground.


Friday, 1 April 2022

Discoveries with Dougall 46



Glorious autumn day so time for another walk with Dougall. His Hooman has covid so additional reason to take him out today. We are happy to find each other again and after initial enthusiasm where a bystander comments - "oh looks like he is taking YOU for a walk" to which there is only a rolling of the eyes and an affirmative reply, we settle into a better rhythm and walk a route we haven't visited in a while. 

There are a few standouts today. The house covered in flowers is the best, then the lovely fret work on the neighbour's door, the golden penda flowers shining in the light and the sausage tree with its fruit gathered at the base, and spot your missing chair photo, just in case we forget the floods were just here. 

Dougall is a young adult in dog years and the gap is closing between us. Walking with him is a chance to breathe the clean air, regroup thoughts and anxieties and set a closer connection to all that is around. His panting and salivating a sure sign that he is having fun, lest we forget that sometimes you have to make an effort to live your life to the full. We do, us two.