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APRIL 2008


EASTER IN AEGINA

 



What an unusual sight I must have been 16 years ago, dressed in a hand-painted silk kimono over matching harem trousers, husband on one side (wearing a suit) and sister-in-law on the other (wearing an embarrassed expression), pushing our baby, securely warm and comfortable in his navy blue pram, the three of us striding purposefully towards the church in Kipseli square.

Always having had a weakness for Byzantine liturgies, neither of us wanted to miss the priest ceremoniously announce the resurrection of Christ.

We were the only ones with a baby, something that perhaps anyone else observing us would likely have judged to be mad.

Ten minutes later, at midnight, the priest, majestic in his Easter robes and wearing an aura of authority, stood on the platform and announced to the expectant crowd “ Christos Anesti!”( Christ has risen ) at which point, the church bells pealed, fireworks exploded and the village square metamorphosed into a war scene.

Fire crackers whizzed and whistled past our ears, dynamite resounded from the interior of dustbins and young male ‘soldiers’ laughed delightedly as they came up with new, creative ideas for maximizing  the pyrotechnic cross-fire and all of this against a backdrop of locals kissing and wishing each other the customary” Christos Anesti !”to which the reply is: “ Alithinos ,O Kyrios.!”( truly, he has )

The air was red, jewelled and smelt and tasted of sulphur.

If the baby was crying, we didn’t hear him! Something landed at my feet, hissed and cracked into a deafening explosion which brought me a gift of tinnitus.

Fearing for the baby’s safety as well as my own in my robes of flammable art, my family pulled me into a taverna which was packed with timid onlookers. The baby, who seemed pleasantly amused by the activity, was grabbed from his pram and passed from one person to another, a preferable distraction to the warzone outside. It was the first (and last) Easter Saturday church service that I was to enthusiastically attend. Since then, I have become a regular timid onlooker who retreats to the safety of the restaurant.

Today, the baby is a 16 year old ‘soldier’ who is looking forward to using his ammunition on Easter Saturday. Despite his mother’s protestations about health and safety for himself as well as others, he believes he is invincible and that the customary sport of playing with fireworks at Easter is part of the fun of the occasion!!!!

 

 

To read more information about how Easter is celebrated in Greece, visit:

www.greecetravel.com/easter

 

 

Alison Lorentzos                                copyright 2008

 

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