When I listened to this song – in this video – I knew there must be a ‘story’ behind this song and I started searching and then I found myself almost a whole day just reading and reading about the ordeal of Nicholas and his family. This was during the Greek civil war. WW2 was nearly at its end and then the people of Greece had to deal with a civil war. [I’ve put the video together after watching the movie (it’s in English) – see bottom of entry].
This next article was written in 1983 by Nicholas, whose mother was killed by some Greek guerrilla fighters when he was age 9 – just after WW2. This is a sad story. Nicholas and some of his siblings went to America to be reunited with their dad and he became a New York Times journalist.
I also find the complete movie on youtube. I watched it and found myself shedding some tears at times by just the thought of what Eleni had gone through. Even just by reading this article – and make sure you read the complete article by following the given link.
This is the article by Nicholas Gage.
This article is adapted from his book ”Eleni,” to be published by Random House later this month. On the road to vengeance … one discovers life. – Andre Malraux, ”Man’s Fate.” On Aug. 28, 1948, at about 12:30 P.M. on a hot, windless day, a group of women with firewood on their backs were descending a steep path above the Greek village of Lia, a cluster of gray stone houses on a mountainside just below the Albanian border. As the women came into view of the village below them, they encountered a grim procession.
At the front and rear, carrying rifles, were several of the Communist guerrillas who had occupied their village for the last nine months of the Greek civil war. They were guarding 13 prisoners who were walking barefoot to their execution with legs black and swollen from the torture called falanga. One man, too badly beaten to walk or even sit up, was tied onto a mule.
Among the prisoners were five people from the village: three men and two women. The older woman stumbled along with the fixed stare of madness. She was my aunt, Alexo Gatzoyiannis, 58 years old. The younger woman, with light chestnut hair, blue eyes and a torn blue dress, caught the gaze of the villagers and shook her head. She was my mother, Eleni Gatzoyiannis, 41 years old.
As the prisoners climbed the mountain, they passed a spring where a 13-year-old boy had stopped to drink. Soon, they disappeared over the horizon. A few minutes later, there was a burst of rifle fire, then single shots as each victim was finished off with a bullet to the skull.
When the guerrillas passed again on the way down, they were alone. The executed had been left in the ravine where they fell, their bodies covered by rocks.
Sixteen days later, when it was clear that the guerrillas were losing the war to the Greek Army forces, they rounded up every civilian left in the village and herded them at gunpoint over the border into Albania. Lia became a ghost town as the crows descended on the corpses left behind. A village that had been inhabited for more than 25 centuries ceased to exist. learned of my mother’s execution eight days after it happened, while I was living with three of my four sisters in a refugee camp on the Ionian coast opposite the island of Corfu. Seven months later, the four of us boarded a ship bound for the United States to join our father, who had been cut off from Greece by a decade of war and revolution. I was 9 when I saw him for the first time.
My mother was one of 650,000 Greeks who were killed during the years of war that ravaged the country from 1940 to 1949. Like many of the victims, she died because her home lay in the path of the opposing armies, but she would have survived if she had not defied the invaders of her village to save her children. I had been her favorite child, loved with the intensity a Greek peasant woman reserves for an only son. I knew that I was the primary reason she made the choices she did. No one doubted that she died so I could live.
Continue reading HERE on the site of the New York Times.
This next entry is from the blog of the wife of Nicholas Gage. I’ve copied only half of the entry and you can continue reading on the given link and see some photos of Michael’s visit too.
Michael Dukakis, who ran for the presidency of the United States in 1988 and was the longest-serving governor in Massachusetts history, arrived in the small northern Greek village of Lia last week on Aug. 24, causing great excitement throughout the country, and especially in Lia, where the village had been spruced up, pot holes filled, foliage pruned, and a heliport repaved to receive Dukakis’ entourage, (although the man himself chose to drive up the vertiginous mountain roads so he could see the countryside on the way.)
Dukakis’ maternal grandparents came from Vrisohori, another small and, until recently, isolated village not far from Lia. Although Mike and Kitty have visited Greece many times, they had never visited Northern Greece and his grandparents’ village. The couple, along with Kitty’s sister Ginnie and Ginnie’s husband, Al, used the Grand Serai Hotel in Ioannnina as a base. After a lavish dinner hosted by the Mayor of Ioannina, they left the next day to see Vrisohori where Sen. Dukakis, with tears in his eyes, lauded the village which had produced his mother Euterpe, who became one of the the first Greek-American women to earn a college degree. (The small village also produced the father of film director John Cassavetes.)
The next day, Monday, Aug. 24, the Dukakis group arrived in Lia to attend a memorial service for Eleni Gatzoyiannis, my mother-in-law and the mother of my husband Nicholas Gage.
Continue reading HERE about the visit at Eleni’s house.
Eleni’s house today – after restoration by Eleni, the daughter of Nicholas, who took time out to go to the village where her grandmother, Eleni, was killed. The image is from the link below.
On this next link, you can read about Nicholas and his visit to the house and you will see quite a few photos of him in and around the house.
https://arollingcrone.blogspot.com/2011/07/house-in-greek-village.html
Odd. The video seems to be about defectors from East Berlin shot by border guards while they tried crossing the Wall. Has nothing to do with Eleni or Greece at all. Left me puzzled. And vice versa, the song, for all its beauty (to some, perhaps) has nothing to do with Ossies’ defections and stupid deaths.
(Stupid, yes. If they were patient enough, they’d be enjoying today with gusto their 20th year in the abomination, lack of social protection and insecurity the West gave them with the reunification on 3 October 1990. 🙂
hi Eugene, Yes, I noticed it too, but I think the person who put the video together just used the footage as a backdrop of ‘war’. I think this person was looking for something that links to War/WW2. I initially thought it was some sort of a scene of the movie before I realised what it was actually all about.
Hi Eugene, See my movie I’ve put together from scenes from the original movie. Hopefully youtube will not remove it. 🙂 Here’s the link. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrilTrWe98g – I have also now replaced the video in my entry with the video I’ve compiled. Tell me what you think. 🙂