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Krimini

...yesterday and today...

Homeland,
greatest love of my life!

In your embrace, I grew up
and received from you
the sacred knowledge
and the priceless virtue.

On your rock, I stood unwavering
and sang to you in countless ways.
I revived your legends,
gave your secrets longevity
and light!

And when I fall,
a giant shaped by your wisdom
and your beauty,
may your soil lie light upon me,
to hear the human messages,
the songs of creation.

Your breath, a lullaby to me,
your rhythms, my caress!
My eternal dream,
my beloved homeland!
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...The place where one is born and raised is a living reality tightly intertwined with their life. This bond with the homeland is further strengthened by the knowledge of local history.

Without this knowledge, the past, with which we are biologically connected, cannot be loved or made a guide for our life. Ignorance of local history also prevents us from measuring the strengths of the present and envisioning the future.

Life carries the past within it, and if we choose to ignore it, we ignore ourselves. That is why one of the first lessons in our life must be local history...
Fotis D.Papanikolaou