Symi Spring
I don’t know very much about them, but today we’ve got some photos of Symi flowers, and Symi spring, as that’s what season we are being blown into at the moment. It’s still very windy out there, five to six on the Beaufort Scale, the sites tell me. It feels a bit stronger than that at times, but it’s coming from the south so it’s not cold. Anyway…

Back to the flowers that bloom in the spring (tra-la!). Did you know that the season Spring comes from the verb, to spring? Pretty obvious really (plants leaping joyously from the earth, rabbits leaping joyously onto each other, that kind of thing). But did you know where we get the word, the verb, to spring from? There are a few explanations knocking around and it’s interesting to see from these how some words appear in different cultures, written in different alphabets, and spoken in different languages, and yet are remarkably similar. No doubt due to migration and trade routes or something. For example, Spring comes from the Old English Springan, which comes from the Photo-Germanic word Sprengan. Meanwhile, we’ve got the Old Frisian Springa, the Middle Dutch Springhen, Old Saxon and Old High German Springan, Sanskrit gets a look in with Sprhayati and let’s not forget Greece (unlike the rest of Europe) and add in Sperkhasthai.

Sorry to have sprungen that little word investigation on you; I find this kind of thing interesting. It’s also fun. I mean, I’d never heard of Photo-Germanic before. I first thought it had something to do with Helmut Newton or a group of Berliners taking a selfie. And as for Old Frisian, I immediately thought of a wrinkled old cow. (You can picture your own; I take no responsibility for who you consider a wrinkly old cow.) The image of an Old High German hardly bears thinking bout. No offence; the Old Saxon was pretty rough too. It’s also interesting to note how the Dutch add at least one unnecessary h to things so as to get a good hoik-up going, how those writing in Sanskrit used Latin letters (they didn’t), and how the Greeks manage to slip in a tongue-twisting three or four extra syllables, presumably to make sure everyone else runs out of things to say before they get to the end of the word.

But back to the flowers… Like I said, I have no idea what these are called, though I can guess at some. Poppy, is pretty obvious. But if you want to know more about the Symi flora and fauna you should head over to Lyndon’s informative and colourful blog/site which is dedicated to the subject. I’m away to batten down hatches, sweep up leaves, feed cats and do other day-to-day things, and will aim to see you tomorrow when we’ll discover if the wind ever died down.

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Leap Day, some personal and interesting facts
But first, yesterday. Sunday morning, 08.30: Waking up early to a fabulous, though damp, morning. The balcony was dripping wet, the windows were slightly misted up and yet the only cloud I could see first thing was hanging low over Nimos, obscuring the top of the hills. It must have been a humid night. Yesterday (Saturday) was hot in the sun, so much so that we even contemplated sunbathing on the roof. The evening felt colder because of it and today, Sunday, morning feels like summer. We are going to walk to St Nicholas later, so there should be some decent images over the next few days; meanwhile, today’s photos were taken on Saturday when we went to Yialos to get some shopping and have a bit of a walk.

But today (Monday) is a special day, being a leap day, February 29^th. It is also (being personal in my blog for a change) the fourth anniversary of the death of my uncle, so for only the third time since 2004, when he died, we are able to celebrate, if that is the word. Remember might be more appropriate. My uncle was a colourful man, something of a celebrity in his own way, once mistaken by the Duke of Edinburgh for Bob Monkhouse, friend of various (Conservative) MPs and celebrities, leader of his local Neighbourhood Watch in South London for many years, and a man who, after only a few months of work at Lloyds, was able to invest his income and live on his capital for the rest of his life. He was very good with money, the stock exchange, languages (he spoke Greek, French, English and bits of others) and ended up living in France where his funeral was held in Saint–Lô cathedral in March 2004. It was my job to carry the family flag with his coat of arms before the coffin as it processed through the nave. There are 101 stories I could tell you about him, but they would be more suited to a book of anecdotes that a quick blog post. Instead, I wondered what else had happened on this unusual date.

Something of interest to me, as one of my favourite plays is Arthur Miller’s The Crucible (a film I must get on DVD – the screenplay was also by Arthur Miller), it was this day in 1692 that Sarah Good, Sarah Osborne & Tituba, a servant, were the first people to be accused of witchcraft in Salem, Massachusetts. In 1774 the Marquis de Sade was transferred into the Bastille – there’s another good film there, with Kate Winslet, and Geoffrey Rush as the Marquis, called Quills. In 1932 (and this is strangely topical), TIME magazine featured eccentric American politician William “Alfalfa” Murray on its cover after Murray stated his intention to run for President of the United States. I am thinking of Donald Trump here, who is, surely, some practical joke gone badly wrong.

For those who follow Gilbert and Sullivan storylines, rather Gilbert storylines and Sullivan melody lines, it was on February 29^th 1940 that Frederick would have been finally released from his contract by the Pirate King – his birthday being on February 29^th, one of those devices Gilbert was so keen on. Also in 1940 on this day, Gone With The Wind won eight Oscars. The first Playboy club was opened in Chicago in 1960 on this day, and, in 2004, The Lord Of The Rings (part three) won its Oscars. (So as my uncle was being returned to God, the film, ‘The Return Of The King’ was winning its awards. More appropriate, for Uncle, would have been ‘The Return Of The Queen.’)

As for who else has died on this day in history, my uncle will be in friendly hands as Pope St. Hilarius died in 468 (my uncle converted to Catholicism later in life and liked a good laugh, though I might find Pope Hilarius’ name hilarious, he probably wouldn’t), and an Archbishop of Canterbury, John Whitgift also died, in 1604 – my uncle’s father was a Church of England priest, a friend of a later Archbishop of Canterbury, and Uncle went to school at Kings Canterbury, so he and the Most Reverend Whitgift will have some catching up to do, and Hugh will have some explaining to do too about his conversion.

And that’s enough of that. I’ll hand you back to Symi tomorrow, hopefully with a tale of our walk to St Nicholas and with some more of Neil’s wonderful Symi photos. Enjoy your extra day this year and remember, no day is to be wasted, especially when you have/had a 1-in-1461 chance of being born today.

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Don’t miss the boat
Friday morning: I was just out on the balcony (a bit blustery and cool, but not unbearable) and watched the Blue Star coming in, only two hours late. It looks like it was very busy with a students’ football or basketball team heading over to Rhodes in their jackets and with their bags. The late arrival is a knock-on from Thursday’s late departure from Piraeus, which was in itself a late arrival knocked on from Wednesday and Symi – perhaps other islands too.

Neil went down to the boat on Wednesday to help with the taking off of several boxes from Rhodes. The refugee organisation on Rhodes has closed down. I am not too sure why, something to do with bureaucracy or something, sad, but understandable in a country where bureaucracy still rules. They have arranged to send their supplies to other islands that need them, so some came to Symi. I was at home working on The Film, as I have mentioned this week, but had a text saying ‘The boat is here.’ I looked out and sure enough, there it was, blowing its horn and coming in sideways. I went back to the film. About an hour later I had another text, ‘Still not here.’ So I looked out of the window again and saw it just coming around the south headland. What? Déjà vu.

There then followed much horn blowing and manoeuvring as the boat tried to dock and, finally, managed to. Apparently (and I have heard a couple of stories so don’t know which, if any, is true), it had trouble getting in due to either a broken rope, a miss-dropped anchor or two, and the swell, which was definitely a cause. The people on board were waiting in the car deck behind the drop-down to get off, but after a while realised that nothing much was happening. It’s not possible to see where you are from there as the ‘gangplank’ is up so Neil was getting texts from passengers asking where they were. Are we by the clock tower? No, you are somewhere over near Nimos. This was during the in-out manoeuvring where it looked as if the boat would not be able to dock. It finally came in and dropped its back-ramp-thing and people and vehicles were able to get on and off, roughly two hours behind schedule.

Just goes to show you the joys of island living. The boxes were unloaded and stored and all came to a happy end. But it must have been very frustrating for everyone aboard. Imagine; you’re just back from a shopping trip in Rhodes, you’ve spent the day there and spent your money, and suddenly you can’t get home. Next stop is Kos where there is no sheltered harbour to land in, so you might still be worried that you won’t get off. Even if you did it would be late into the evening by then and you’d have to find a place to stay, pay for it and all the other necessary expenses and then wait for the next boat back which would be the same boat coming back on a Friday. Only, at Kos, it’s at something like 02.50 on a Friday morning, not wonderful. Mind you., there is a lot to see on Kos as there’s an ancient ruin around every corner (and I am talking about architecture, not inhabitants), but if you’d not planned and prepared for it, you might not find the place so appealing.

Anyway, a quick aside from the usual day to day to highlight one of the Inland Living problems we sometimes face over here. Have a good weekend and, while you are having it, here’s a fun quiz for regular visitors: Whose menu is this?

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Symi news

Stepping aside from the debates about Europe and the lessons in punctuation, I thought it time we got back on track with our usual Symi updates; at least for now.

After a brilliant day on Tuesday, which was reminiscent of a summer’s day in England, hot in the sun and very calm, Wednesday dawned blustery and overcast. The Blue Star came in and looked as if it was being blown into port by the waves. This was just surface water being swept along in the direction of the harbour and you can see, as you watch form up here, how the wind works on the sea: patterns changing in the shades of blue/grey with some white sweeps of spray heading off in various directions. We nipped down to Yialos on Tuesday to pick up a new water pump, now fitted and working fine, bought some vegetables and then headed home; a flying visit.

The sad news of yesterday was that the priest who lived beside The Olive Tree passed away; his funeral was held yesterday. He had been unwell for some time but carried on patronising the Olive Tree for as long as he was able, with his daily coffee and chats with the ladies there while looking after his cat who often came to have coffee with him. He will be sadly missed.

In other news, the refugee aid station on Rhodes is, apparently, closing (I don’t know the full story) and some of their supplies are being shipped to Symi where Solidarity Symi will organise them and have things sent to where they are needed. Kastalorizo is currently having major problems. There is only a population of around 250 there but the last I heard they had over 800 refugees. They are very close to Turkey but only have one or two boats per week to Rhodes and onwards, and lack of facilities and space. Other articles on this subject read: “The latest figures from Frontex – the EU border security force, show 68,000 people crossed the Mediterranean to Greece in January. That’s 38 times the number that did it in January 2015. Over 400 died in Greece crossing in January. They’re expecting a massive surge in numbers this year compared to the relatively small number last year. Austria has now closed its borders, and the Greek PM is calling for an emergency meeting because Greece now has around 40,000 trapped in Athens (growing by the day) that aren’t now going anywhere.” Whatever your views on the refugee problem, it is clear that something more has to be done.

And in slightly more exciting news, at least for those who backed the film shot on Symi, ‘The Thirteenth,’ I have heard from the company that they are hoping to have a completed film ready to show backers next month. The sound work is nearly done, the colour grading is nearly done, and the credits lists have been finalised; they just need the editor to add them. If you are one of the backers who donated over a certain amount and have been asked to send in your photo for the end credit/thanks list, and if you have received another email recently to ask for a better quality image, then you need to get that sent off ASAP. The image needs to be head and shoulders (but not passport style in that you don’t need to look like someone just popped an eclair into the photo booth, or look like you are on remand or anything), but it also needs to be a big, original digital photo – shot on the best quality you can. The image may end up on a big screen and if you’re too low-res then you will come out as a blurred, pixilated mess. If it sounds like I am talking about you, then you can contact me to get more info.

And with that (and the film trailer, below) I’ll sign off for this morning and wish you a pleasant day.

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Expats are country-less after 15 years, did you know?
The debate about this In/Out referendum thing has already started to rumble and grumble. Everyone has an opinion, of course, and everyone thinks their opinion is right. There have already been stories of ‘this would happen’ and ‘that would happen’ and ‘what a disaster’ and ‘we’re better off out of it’ and it’s the usual kneejerk reaction from a lot of people, as anything to do with change always is. In this case, it’s only the thought of change that seems to have sparked people off. It’s a debate that’s going to run and run until the votes are counted.

At the moment though it’s all speculation as I, for one, have not seen any lists or details of what it will mean to anyone; I’ve not seen any clarification on the effects an Out vote would directly have on me. I’m looking at the expat view of course my own view as there are potentially things that could affect me, and us, and everyone who is a UK citizen living abroad. But, until I get the definitive news on exactly what that means, then there’s no point getting all uppity about how those living abroad might be affected. But, the debate has raised another question and issue, and that is to do with the rule that: Anyone living away from the UK for longer than 15 years loses their right to vote. Whether you agree with this or not, this is the case.

And what that means for some folk here on Symi is that they can’t, at the moment, vote in any UK elections, despite the facts that they were born there, have paid their pension there, have paid taxes there, maybe own a house there, have family there and are British. A person of 15 years or more away from their homeland has no say in their homeland anymore. Okay, some people say ‘Why should they? They don’t live here.’ Fair enough, and some don’t have any contact with the UK at all, in which case those people probably would not care about a vote anyway. (Unless it means they can no longer live where they are living.)

But then there are others, those who stay in touch with what’s happening and have an interest in family, property, investments, land, savings, heritage, their mother country etc. All those things are still part of their lives and yet have no right to vote after 15 years away. Is that right? Is ‘because it’s how it’s always been’ a good enough answer to the question of why should they? Well, it’s up to the individual to decide on that one, but what some people may not realise is that these people don’t have the right to vote in their country of choice either.

No, not even if y are married here. Unless you become, in our case, a Greek citizen, you will, after 15 years away from your homeland (UK in this case) have no right to vote anywhere except in the local council elections in Greece and in the European elections (at the moment. Leave Europe and the only thing these folk can vote for is their local mayor). You cannot vote for the Greek government even though you pay your taxes here, contribute to the economy, work in the schools, the medical and other professions, you can’t vote in the UK as you no longer live there even if you do pay some taxes there (interest on savings, or other accounts etc.) even though you may own a property there, even though your loved ones, family, parents or children are there and affected by the government… You end up, after 15 years, being in a limbo of no-voice, and the only power you have over higher powers is the chance to vote in your local council elections and in Europe.

So, what do you do? Well, a lot of readers know Jean, founder of the famous Jean And Tonic Bar on Symi and Jean is one of those who fall outside of the 15 years; she is not alone. She has started a petition through Change.org to have this issue debated. Whether you think it’s a good idea or not, you may want to go and see the page and find out what this petition is all about. Support or not, it’s up to you, but it is a question worth debating at least. Only please don’t debate it with me. If in favour then add your name to the list of supporters and ‘sign’ the petition. If not, then simply don’t bother. After all, one doesn’t need to do anything to maintain a status quo, you just need to ignore other people’s views. Click here for the Petition.

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