By Marios AdamosFirst of April. The greatest revolution of Hellenism in the last century. When students, girls, unborn boys, standing housewives, farmers and craftsmen, answered the call for FREEDOM coming from the saddles of the centuries, and took up arms, they thickened the ranks of the Holy Corps and moved to the plains and mountains. iron-clad colonists, for Self-Determination and Union.
So that, as he wrote in the letter to his friend, a few days before Kyriakos Matsis was sacrificed, those who live in the land of Cyprus, Lefteros and its conquerors could walk on it. Long live the Union, were the last words of Petrakis Giallouros before he died, on the asphalt of Ermou Street in Famagusta. Remember the last word that nineteen-year-old Makis Giorgallas said to his Master, Grigoris Afxentiou, while he was calming down, remember the last word of 16-year-old student Michael Georgiou from Kissonerga who fell while throwing grenades on a motorcade: Greece,
Panagiotis Toumazos who fell during an ambush in October 1958. Before the ambush he had cut a wild olive branch and put it in his pocket. "If I fall," he said, "the English will find the wild olive in my pocket and learn that we are fighting for peace."
"You know, mother, you know what Greece is going to say," said 16-year-old Andreas Vlamis to Despinos's mother a few days before he fell.
The real is the national.
Peana and triumph of Greek virtue that struggle. But why were they all sacrificed? Is it to see our homeland under semi-occupation today and to discuss solutions that have nothing to do with human rights? To see injustice triumph? For each of us to try to serve our own selfish interests?
Truly, we were left so few on this shore of Homer, to gaze at the sloping backs of dolphins, to plant vines on the extinct volcanoes, and to chant ancient Greek sounds that denote the glory of the humble.
The debt we have is unbearable. Doubtful if there are strong shoulders to lift it on their own. That is why we need solidarity and solidarity to achieve national integration.
This anniversary shows us that Greek means resistance and struggle. Even when you know that Nightmare has betrayed and the enemies will eventually pass, Greek means to resist Thermopylae.
Greek means to be able to erect the two disobedient Doric columns of the mole lave.
So we must not submit to our blue and white soul. We must not accept what is being tried by any ignorant and unhistorical people who are trying to falsify our history, who demand that we forget the struggles made by generations and generations of Greeks, who demand that we delete Dikomo, Macheras and Liopetri.
Because as the wall in the cafe of Alona, in Troodos, wrote, photographed by Georgios Seferis during one of his tours in the Cypriot countryside at the beginning of 1954: "GREECE WANTS LET'S EAT STONES".
Let's sleep well. Let no one stumble (Stable Strong. Let no one be afraid)
Light and guide us brothers.