Almost French, by Sarah Turnbull
Monday, December 12, 2005 8:49:35 PM
A charming, chatty villager solves the mystery. After the Second World War, much of the community emigrated to Australia. Over the years, some family members have returned. Most of them no longer know where to cll home, the inhabitant explains. His own Australian-born children are studying to be lawyers and teachers. To them, Sydney is home. But for him, the choice is not so simple. Now inhis fifties, with every passing year the pull of his village among the vines grows stronger. His life is a constant dilemma: in Australia he feels Greek; in Greece he fells Australian.
"It's a bittersweet thing, knowing two cultures." Sighing, he stares at the glittering turquoise cradling the coast, thinking of his kids at the opposite end of the earth.
"It's a curse to love two countries." The man smiles wryly at his own melodramatic words. But there is sadness in his eyes.
