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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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Tuesday, 3 May 2022

St Nicholas and his cats

Tucked away in a corner of Akrotiri ( read English base) is the Monastery of St Nicholas of the cats. We were in search of flamingoes and ended up finding cats and a surprising number of bee eaters. 

Yes, this is the name of a lovely location where the gardens of the monastery and now nunnery have roses in bloom and flowering gums. It made me think of Australia. And round about are cats - many of them, roaming around, in the car park, in the fields, in the area where they have their little cat boxes. So many different colours and coats. Some flea bitten, others friendly and purring loudly. All hopeful for a nuzzle.


From Wikipaedia "It is one of the oldest monasteries in Cyprus, and according to tradition, it was founded by Saint Helen, mother of Constantine the Great in the 4th century. It is believed that the monastery was a shelter for fugitive monks, who had been chased away during the Iconoclastic era .Legend has it that St Helen founded the monastery, and not only did she leave a piece of the Holy Wood there, but she also brought hundreds of cats in order to exterminate all the poisonous snakes which had gathered around the island due to a terrible drought. Another legend says that Constantine the Great had asked Governor Kalokeros to help exterminate the snakes of the area. He brought 1000 cats and made the monks take care of at least 100 cats each day, and feed them twice a day in order to protect them from only eating venomous snakes. During the Ottoman invasion, the Monastery was completely destroyed and the cats began to wander, which explains the large number of stray cats living in Cyprus....

Sunday, 1 May 2022

Travelling again

Walking through deserted corridors of Brisbane Airport there was some excitement but also some apprehension about the journey we were about to embark on. The first trip overseas in over two and a half years. Masks were firmly in place throughout unless drinking or eating. We lingered over those moments. Arriving in Cyprus was a mix of the familiar and the new. We jumped into our hire car and went straight to Paphos airport to welcome George who we haven't seen in over two years. So wonderful to hug and chat all the way to Anna's beach house in Pomos. 

Walks in the paths above Yialia village.

Keo beers, watching the sunset, lamb chops on the BBQ and chatting away, catching up on all the pandemic time away. Happy May everyone. 

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