Easter day of my
are you looking so worried my Grandmother? Why are you sighing? What do
need? You have everything. You have your children and grandchildren
and as you see, they didn't leave you alone in Siatista. You must be
here, in Salonica".
don't complain, my dear Zoina. I wish all of them to be happy and
Virgin Mary. But, these holy Easter days I am always thinking of my
There, they all were different. Here, these days, everybody tries to
They take their cars and drive away. The house will be left empty. I
alone. Of course you may wonder why I am not going with them. Well,
this is not
so simple, because I am able to move from my seat, since I have pains
in my stomach
and rheumatisms. Anyway, dear Zoina, the truth is that
only at my birthplace somebody can enjoy a
holy day. Here, in this strange city...you cannot enjoy anything at
a lot of happy things were happening! Ah, dear Zoina, where are those
years?..... Mutual visits, tasty food, violin music!. But here, in this
when Easter days come, my mind goes back there. Ah, by the way, I'll
tell you a
funny story, which I recollect from those Easter days. Perhaps you may
such stories are not to be told, but… I' tell it only to you"…:
you know very well, during the second day of Easter the residents of
(place name of the Upper part of Siatista), used to pay a visit to
friends and relatives to Geraneia (the lower district of Siatista). And
after that, the residents of Geraneia used to pay a visit to their
and friends in Chora. Well, that day we walked to Chora and firstly we
the holy service in the church of Saint Trinity. After that we began
to relatives and friends. We all were about ten, including my friends
Chichioula, Giontina, Lialina, Gavouleni.
paid short visits to well known to us families, where the ladies of the
offered to us coffee, sweets, a local sweet so-called "courabies",
plus a boiled red egg, (in some
cases an egg with a kind of painting on its surface so-called
said "perdices" and I remembered your mother, who was of the same age
and a friend of mine. She used to dye and paint the eggs, drawing very
beautiful flowers on them. When your mother decided to do something she
do it perfectly well.
let me go on, my dear Zoina.
morning we visited more than twenty houses of our relatives and
Perhaps you are wondering what kind of pockets we had in order to put
boiled eggs and so many sweets. Well, we had sewed a big pocket at the
side of our underskirt. We pulled upwards our skirt, we put in the
the new gift and then we let the skirt to cover the pocket back. And so
on…. We had reached Garathka, when Gavoleni shouted:
forgotten Anastasi, Tsiangou's husband".
"Poor Leni, I
said, "how can we walk up such a steep hill-road? There are
so many stones on that road and we are carrying such a heavy
burden in our pockets…"
no, we must go" replied two or three ladies of our company. "If we
housewife will be annoyed".
we decided to go and we began walking. But as we were walking uphill I
on the front end of my skirt and I fell down. It hurt very much.
to help me to stand upright. But, besides my pain I had another loss.
the eggs in my pocket broke. Unfortunately some of them were not
boiled. I felt
my underskirt and underwear getting wet…. I came to a very bad
Gavoleni saw me, she - the Satan - said something to the others and
began laughing at me. What can I say now, my dear Zoina? I felt sick. I
embarrassed, shamed, blushed. Without delay I ran quickly downhill...,
entered a narrow street, I got rid of the broken eggs and I squeezed my
Then following side paths and
avoiding the main street , I tan home like a wild animal.
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