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The Great Island<br />
<strong>free</strong> of them and must fend for herself. The demands now are clear;<br />
better communications, better education, not only in the schools but<br />
throughout the country so that the smallholder may understand what<br />
sort of damage his goat is doing; increased productivity. If the Cretan’s<br />
energy could be harnessed to these tasks the island would gradually<br />
turn into the kind of paradise it might have been under the Venetians.<br />
What would be lost would be not the valuable qualities which sustained<br />
Crete through successive occupations, but the trappings of a<br />
dated philosophy which was nourished by the very forces it sought to<br />
combat. It is pathetic sometimes to hear Cretans talking about the last<br />
war, and to realize that, hellish as it was, they do not know what to do<br />
now that it is over. Those who go to Germany to find work do not go<br />
because they expect to like it abroad, but because the life at home is a<br />
poor one, lacking in comfort and purpose. T<strong>here</strong> is still no substitute<br />
for the purpose that is now dead – ‘Freedom or Death’. Other societies,<br />
like our own, having grown used to materialism and tired of abstractions,<br />
have no need for a substitute. But a heroic society like the Cretan<br />
does need one.<br />
George Psychoundakis has not changed. His son Nikos, who<br />
gave such trouble when he was born three years ago that I had to<br />
take George’s wife and her mother on that alarming emergency ride<br />
down to Rethymnon hospital, is growing up. He has one of those<br />
deliberate, husky, serious voices in which you can hear the intelligence<br />
growing. Suddenly his face goes puzzled, widens and breaks into<br />
laughter – a short intense burst. W<strong>here</strong>as Angelica, the baby, is just<br />
amazed by the world.<br />
George has started keeping bees. His front parlour has a honey<br />
extractor alongside the divan, under the family photographs. This<br />
year he got forty kilos of honey, dark and ambrosial. Next year he will<br />
expand the business, if he has not emigrated to Germany by then. I<br />
think even George hopes that he will decide not to emigrate. We went<br />
down to inspect the beehives, and while I sat on a rock and watched,<br />
George slaughtered bumblebees with a stiff besom, giving a running<br />
commentary:<br />
‘They’re the greatest enemy – got you! – of the bcc. It’s all – got<br />
you, you cuckold ! – all in my book up at the house – CUCKOLDS !’<br />
Later we sat in the café with Pavlos, who says he wishes he had a<br />
record of his songs. He can remember recording ‘And what became of<br />
them, the brave ones of the world?’ for us. ‘I sang you that song for its<br />
meaning, not for the tune. It is an allegory’; and he explains to the<br />
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