- THE SO CALLED TURKISH STATE INSISTS ON BEING
STRUCTURED ON TOP OF A PERPETUAL CRIME
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NONETHELESS AMARANTHUS DOES NOT GET WITHER
History will record your
visit. It is the vindication of the great Trapezounta of Vissarion. We took our
own path; the first station was in Chaidari. There, the Nazis executed, along
with other Greeks, Orateios Kyrillidis from Pontos. I chose Chaidari to explain
what the 19th of May is, back in 1990. The next stops were Nuremberg, the
Mesovouno and Pyrgoi in Macedonia (North-West Greece), the Dachau of Bavaria
today.
When years ago I started this noble struggle for our dignity and self-respect, they were telling me to forget. My response was that we should remember in order to forget. Because memory is life, protection of life, the proponent of humanism. While oblivion is death, the return to barbarity. Because when you face the dehumanisation, you maintain and expand your humanism. This is what Dachau is. A stead of death that has been transformed into a place of life.
On this liberating memory and the criticism of the barbarian past was built the new German state, after the crime against humanity.
The Hellenic permanent holocaust, the Pontian genocide, lacks its own places of remembrance.
The so-called Turkish state insists on being structured on top of a perpetual crime and the unburied dead. To honour criminals and death. To live and be recycled into blood. But this is the domain of its own death.
Our unfortunate decedents, the victims of Kemalism and Kemalic-Islamism, are calling for their own places and timings of memory. We dedicated them the 19th of May as the timing of their memory. We have a duty to offer them the places of their memory. To transform their own stead of death into a place of life. Our path does not stop at Dachau or Auschwitz. It continues in Santa, Bafra, Samsunta, Tripoli, Kerasounta, Merzifunta. In Cevislik in Matsouka, south of Trapezounta. Our dead want their own SIGN. For the Greeks the sign is the continuity of life. If you go on the Sunday of St. Thomas (the Sunday after Easter) at Sourmena in Attica, you will understand it; one can see the conversation with the dead.
For the dead, when you go to Matsouka in Cevislik, you shall leave the very characteristic for us and all the Greeks: the Amarantha*. Like the ones I am holding. They were brought to me from Santa. I will go and return them back one day. This moment is not in the distant future. Moreover, the Amaranthus does not wither, neither the ones from Kythira, nor from Pontos.
Cevislic was worse than Dachau. And the guilty for Cevislic are many, both in the West and the East.
*Amaranth is flower and in Greek the word Amaranthus (Αμάρανθος) means non-withering.
When years ago I started this noble struggle for our dignity and self-respect, they were telling me to forget. My response was that we should remember in order to forget. Because memory is life, protection of life, the proponent of humanism. While oblivion is death, the return to barbarity. Because when you face the dehumanisation, you maintain and expand your humanism. This is what Dachau is. A stead of death that has been transformed into a place of life.
On this liberating memory and the criticism of the barbarian past was built the new German state, after the crime against humanity.
The Hellenic permanent holocaust, the Pontian genocide, lacks its own places of remembrance.
The so-called Turkish state insists on being structured on top of a perpetual crime and the unburied dead. To honour criminals and death. To live and be recycled into blood. But this is the domain of its own death.
Our unfortunate decedents, the victims of Kemalism and Kemalic-Islamism, are calling for their own places and timings of memory. We dedicated them the 19th of May as the timing of their memory. We have a duty to offer them the places of their memory. To transform their own stead of death into a place of life. Our path does not stop at Dachau or Auschwitz. It continues in Santa, Bafra, Samsunta, Tripoli, Kerasounta, Merzifunta. In Cevislik in Matsouka, south of Trapezounta. Our dead want their own SIGN. For the Greeks the sign is the continuity of life. If you go on the Sunday of St. Thomas (the Sunday after Easter) at Sourmena in Attica, you will understand it; one can see the conversation with the dead.
For the dead, when you go to Matsouka in Cevislik, you shall leave the very characteristic for us and all the Greeks: the Amarantha*. Like the ones I am holding. They were brought to me from Santa. I will go and return them back one day. This moment is not in the distant future. Moreover, the Amaranthus does not wither, neither the ones from Kythira, nor from Pontos.
Cevislic was worse than Dachau. And the guilty for Cevislic are many, both in the West and the East.
*Amaranth is flower and in Greek the word Amaranthus (Αμάρανθος) means non-withering.
