While everyone gets used to what most of us saw (and wrote) all along and the Greek debt sooner or later gets restructured, the road ahead is pretty clear: we have to actually produce something! While the media and most of the population rolls over slowly, fat and lazy from so many years of a bloated public sector, someone has to go to Troy to fight. Much like the Greeks back then though:
1. We are naturally skeptical. When I first saw the press release about a Greek company in the Innovation Parc I automatically assumed it is yet another scam. So many years of seeing pseudo-business ventures makes a genuinely world standard effort hard to believe.
2. Most just don’t want to fight, quite happy in their own villages. Trying to talk a Greek brand name like Loumidis to turn himself into something with a proven success record like http://www.thegreekdeli.com/ is a task for …Ulysses’ cunning!
3. We get emotional and miss the point. Helen was probably not very happy in Sparta anyway. Who cares if Paris loved her? Business is business. I see this now while monitoring worldwide media regarding ouzo, one of those products that is considered so Greek it hurts. Like feta cheese, some people get too caught up in history to face the real enemy; anyone selling our history better than us!
Much like Achilles, modern Greeks have a decision to make: They can stay home and die poor and unknown, or they can venture forth to try and conquer the world like their ship faring ancestors have always done in the past. It is written that Achilles beat the main force and landed with his handful of faithful warriors to take on the entire Trojan defenses before anyone else. They could hardly keep him in the ship as it approached the well defended shore. His enthusiasm for battle and immortality was impossible to hold back.
Hand me that spear.



It has been called “The book on the crisis” and “A love letter to Greece”. The journalist Stella Bettermann has written a real “feel good” book. Even the longer stories leave a nice taste in your mouth as the author describes her childhood summers with parents and brother every year in Greece. The magic, the exotic and the violent collide in this unusual holiday she describes in “I drink ouzo, what do you drink? “. The result is a love letter to Greece, the Greek people, to the warmth of her grandmother and an impressive and unusual family that the reader will not quickly forget.
At this point an important warning: Do not read this book on an empty stomach, for the enjoyable and detailed description of the mountains of delicious food, prepared every night by the grandmother will have you reeling. Even Stella’s better ouzo warning will be forgotten by the next summer vacation in Greece: While you drink it, you don’t feel anything, but when you try to get up, your legs give in…




