Dreaming of a Homeland
This is a story about a return to Greece. It is my husbands story, but because I came along for the ride it is my story too. I would also like to include stories by those who leave one country for another and then, at a later date, return to their homeland - taking on the adventure of a second uprooting and resettling.
My name is Julia Catton. In my early twenties, as a
Ten-pound Pom, I left Europe to live in Australia . So, in general to
‘return home’ for me means to go back to England
from my new home in Australia .
However for my husband – a Greek-Australian – to ‘return home’ means returning
to Greece ,
the country he considers his homeland. (I put it this way as in fact he was
born in Alexandria ,
as were many Greeks at that time.) And because we are neither of us ‘simple
Greek’ it has not been an easy decision for either of us to return to Gr
eece , nor has
the process been without problems, but it has been an adventure.
Once
the move is made we may be called repats’, incomers or even migratory residents,
and each of these names indicate a slightly different reason for our being
there. Birth place, age, work situation, all ensures a different experience but
the very fact that so many of us do return indicates that this journey ‘back
home’ is important. And, even if the need to find ones original ‘home’ can
never be fully satisfied each story – about nostalgia and the shock of
unfamiliarity on the return – offers an interesting take on the human migratory
phenomenon.
I’ve
read a number of these kinds of stories, and now I have written a book about
our particular repatriation adventures. And though this blog will look at the
experience of others I’ll also be sharing some of our particular adventure.
For
the two of us this change move back to Europe from Australia
involved a complete change of lifestyle, from being fully employed workers, to
the life of retirees, from owning a house, to renovating a ruin, from living in
Melbourne , to
living on an Aegean island.
It
all came about when my husband decided he’d like to ‘save from ruination’ an
old family house. And thus I’ve written a lot about us renovating Takis’
grandfather’s old (and partly ruined) family house, but I’ve also explored (for
my own sake) what it means for a Greek-Australian and an English-Australian to
live in a Greek village. But before I share anything about the old house, or
the island, I’d like to describe the birth of this idea, and set the scene.
It was over ten years ago and I had gone on a holiday to the outback of
The
following paragraphs tell about the time I got the first inkling of what was
going on in his mind. And, in case you are wondering, the book is called ‘It
all started with a watermelon’, because evidently none of this might have
happened if it had not been for a particularly large watermelon.
Here
is my report of that important phone conversation; the one that started my
suspicions, that such an unsuspected life might be ahead. As I remember it I
was about to have dinner with the group in an outback cattle station when the
phone rang.
It all
started with a watermelon
'We four women were sitting in the kitchen with the owners and the station hands waiting for dinner, and I was engrossed in the discussion. The talk was about quandongs, cattle problems, and the latest long drought, and so it was with a jolt of surprise that I heard the station owner call out, ‘Someone from
Even though the others were patiently
waiting for their dinner I happily took the phone, knowing that Takis wasn’t
one to chat for long. Indeed, after an initial greeting
and a sentence or two about his journey, he told me his phone card was running
out. True to form he just wanted to say a quick hello and tell me he had a
problem with his back that had prevented him from swimming. He’d evidently put
his back out when lifting a watermelon out of a fridge, and he went on to tell
me he’d been to see a physiotherapist, adding almost as an afterthought, ‘Her
husband gave us some good advice, and we’ve all been talking about it since
then – about turning the old house here into a hotel....
I’d been planning for a while to go
for a couple of weeks’ holiday with a couple of my women friends to visit
another friend who lived in Coober Pedy, an outback town in South Australia . It was after listening to
me planning the trip by phone with my friends that Takis suddenly announced
that, rather than stay at home alone he’d take time off work and join his
brother and two sisters who were on their annual summer holiday on a Greek
island. So it came about that, as I walked with my friends across the inland
plains of Australia , near
Coober Pedy, Takis was enjoying a Greek summer on the island of Lemnos .
The time-lapse pips vividly reminded
me that he was phoning me from a very long way away. Also it was a little hard
to catch every word of the conversation so I asked him to repeat what he’d just
said. ‘Who said what? Advice about what house?’
‘The physiotherapist,’ he said in answer. Then
I thought I heard him say, ‘I think it might be a good retirement project for
me.’ He repeated, ‘We’ve all been talking a lot about the suggestion.’
Not quite understanding what he was
talking about, and a little bemused, I just answered, ‘An inteesting idea.
We’ll talk about it when you get home.’
Beeps sounded again, signalling the
end of his phone card, and our talk. Just before he was cut off I heard him say
hastily, ‘I’ll explain when I get home.’
At the time, not aware that this was
a watershed moment, I was just left thinking, ‘Some typical cryptic Takis-style
statements!’ The puzzling nature of this conversation didn’t immediately worry
me as I returned to the table and turned my attention to the delicious meal
being served.... '
Some Books...
If you are mad enough to be contemplating doing something similar (renovation in Europe, living in Greece)
I would like to bet that you too have some books like these that have inspired your
dream.
Here are one or two that I believe
contributed to my willingness to go along with my husband's idea, by inspiring in me dreams of
living in the Mediterranean
Lady Fortescue, Perfume from Provence (Black Swan 1920) Fortescue was writing in
the early 1930s. In this book, and others to follow, she writes about her life
with her husband in a village in France . Mixing in a few local
anecdotes, she describe her live, house and garden with great affection.
Henry Miller, The Colossus of Maroussi, (first published in 1941, republished in
Penguin Books 1950). This book is an impressionistic account of Miller’s
travels through Greece
as a very young and poor writer. He arrived at the invitation of Lawrence
Durrell and left as World War 2 loomed.
Gerald Durrell, My Family and Other Animals (Penguin Books 2004), and Laurence
Durrell, Bitter Lemons (Axios Press,
2009). These books are filled with the joys and pleasures of expats living in
vibrant Greek communities. Gerald’s book describes his boyhood growing up with
his family in Corfu, Laurence’s book is about the time he was living in a
village in Cyprus .
And on looking back on this move at a later
stage, and trying to understand the drive that sent us surfing across the globe
I came upon this quote that provided one of my ‘ah, yes!’ moments.
And Some Quotes:
Greeks, like
the Jews whom they resemble in so many ways, have long been able to adjust
themselves as merchants in many climes and to many ways of life. But, also like
the Jews, they have preserved in their heart of hearts a vital memory of the homeland
to which they yearn to return. Encyclopaedia Britannica
And
yet another such moment in Eleni Gage’s book, North of Ithaka. This book gives the account of her rebuilding her
grandmother’s house in Northern Greece . When
reading this book I realised that it was very likely that Takis’ dreams took
the form she writes of:
The concept
of a natal village occupies a major place in the Greek psyche. It is the alpha
and the omega, the beginning and the end, both in theory and in practice,
because the village is where many Greeks were born before they moved to a big
city, and also the place they hope to retire to, eventually to die and be
buried there. Eleni Gage
This is my first ever blog (its been a struggle to get pics and text together!) the next may
be easier. But I intend to keep exploring the subject of 'in-betweeners', or 'hyphenated citizens' as we are sometimes called. I hope, if you decide
to follow this blog you'll find some ‘ah yes’ insights of your own in our
story, and share some of your own with me.
Hi Julia, great to see your first post here! I love the before and after photos of the house. Looking forward to reading more! Lisa xx
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