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Arcadia, My
Arcadia |
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I know Angelos Vlahos quite
intimately, down to the missing hobnails of his only pair of shoes. He
was my soul brother. The forces that drove him were mine too. They were
the physical and emotional
hungers, those two uninvited guests who had settled in our life as
though they intended to stay forever. His
world was to a large extent my
environment as a country boy growing up in the years of Greece's
Civil War
and the Cold War that followed. Like Angelos I, too, lived in the
dusty
poverty of Arcadia's countryside and walked barefoot through endless, dog-guarded ![]()
Yet, my book is not the tale of my life.
Neither is it simply the story of Angelos Vlahos or the thousands of
boys and girls of my generation who struggled to survive against all
odds in a harsh post-war world, with few choices open to them. It is
much more than that. Change Angelos' name to Antonia, Oliver, Malachy,
Frank, Jacob, Jose, Juanita, Maria, and the story becomes, I think, the
legend of every poor young man and woman who, not discouraged by the
privations of their lives, strive with determination to find their
niche in the world. It is the account of the human spirit trying to
assert itself. If you find threads from your own life in Arcadia,
My Arcadia, I would like to hear from you.
The
message of my story is clear: Do you want to become a delinquent or do
you like to make something of yourself? If you wish to succeed in this
world, follow your star. Obey, listen, emulate good role models. (Thank God if there are still some good ones left in your world and, like Angelos Vlahos, call yourself lucky!) Nurse
noble aspirations. Have faith in yourself. Apply discipline in
everything you undertake. Work hard. Never give in to adversity. You
can do it!
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