By Marios AdamosAs Greeks we celebrate the resurrection of the nation from the 400 years of slavery and we celebrate our national polygenesis.
400 years "everything was overshadowed by bullying and enslaved". And suddenly, the people, the "little the big one", as the poet says, stand up, stand up and put up with the conqueror, with the myrrh "Freedom or Death" shaking the creature. Hellenism took in its hands the sacred weapons, to claim Freedom, the Only Goddess. The Goddess who waited for centuries, enslaved and despised and conquered through the insurmountable greatness of the sacrifice of illiterate, ragged and hungry men, uneducated lads, armed men and thieves, priests and women and children.
A people of Rayads, in a given historical moment, with a fundamental faith to raise its cross and climb the path of freedom.
A people that if it followed logic we would fill, even today, the harems of the pashas. But these people, one spring day, look beautiful and unique again, jump from the bank of logic and reach the borders of poetry and legend, because they defend: "a peel of earth and you, my Christ, bless him, to save this peel , from the jackal and the bear ".
So, yeah! For what "some call it freedom and others call it Greece" these people have been fighting for centuries. The misery for freedom becomes a nutcracker that thunders on all the mountain peaks and does not leave the tyrant alone. It becomes a song, because with the song the castle rises from the state, it is heard from peak to peak, it descends to lands and seas, it enters the hearts, it electrifies them and they begin to sing it with the mouth of Rigas: "Better an hour of free life…" and the flame of freedom is lit.
And here is spring. And all in front, farmers and peasants who leave their fields and become captains and Turkophagous. Seafarers and travelers who become admirals and sailors. Merchants and scribes become the pulse and guide of the people. And the Greeks teach that bravery "is not measured by the acre, but by the fire of the heart, it is also measured by the blood."
This uprising was beyond the bounds of logic. "People called us crazy," says Kolokotronis. "But if we were not crazy, we would not have made the Revolution, because we wanted to think first about munitions, cavalry and artillery, and we wanted to take into account our own strength and the Turkish one."
March 25 and 190 springs have passed since then. And it's like yesterday. Like today. When the yataghanas rose and the souls, standing in the twilight of the world, shouted "freedom or death", simply, simply, proudly, as if to say "good morning" to the joyful. And in immortality! Because, as General Makrgiannis says, “we all have this homeland together, both wise and ignorant, rich and poor, political and military, and the smallest people. We must protect and take care of this homeland and treat it like a sick infant and not like our lady mother who everyone runs to suck and shame her ".
Light and guide us brothers!
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