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A wine called Yiannoudi

Ιανουαρίου 17, 2017

I think it is absolutely natural to feel miserable and blue. I mean, you are supposed to live and let die, enjoy life, meet targets. Your libido gets on the way most of the time, you get a little confused trying to avoid natural destiny in favour of temporary pleasures, but the process is completed more than often in an inexorable way.

And the whole thing becomes a drag.

And then all the ideal and romantic things that you ever dreamed about, find themselves into a dusty shelf in the living room’s library while you have to face the real issues.

And these issues are harder when additional, extraordinary issues chip in. Let us say you come from a foreign land far away, years before it realized it should put religion and tribal politics aside and try to make it. Too late for you, so you got this chance to fly to a tiny little place near the ideal world, it was called European Community at the time, and try to live as a student.

You were good enough, not only to graduate and get all available degrees, but to get a job too. Not a luxurious job, not really a proper, according to the law job you would learn years later, but at the time good enough to go on to the next step. A bride came into your life from home and then you were two. Things in this tiny little place, which by then was part of the ideal world, now called the European Union were very relaxed; people were enjoying their virtual welfare and riches. Rules were easy and flexible, and really you could go by, unnoticed.

Then it had to, and it did explode.

And things were no more as relaxed.

You had to go back home. Not the two of you. By then you were three. And politics overruled human rights: no matter what, you had to take the third one back “home”. Even if she was born, raised and schooled for all of her life in this tiny little place, part, if you recall, of the ideal world.

Not an easy thing to do. Let us try another plot: try to make it elsewhere in this ideal world. Moving on, trying to learn yet another difficult language, it was difficult, but a glimmer of hope was still there, even if that meant getting away from this tiny little place which was now, the closest thing to “home”.

Things got even nastier, nasty people with little brains did nasty things and it was yet another turn for the worse. They did not exactly tell you to go, but they said they could not really guarantee anything. And they looked friendly no more. It made you wonder if they ever did.

Well, a plan C had to come up. It took about a year to set up and complete, the “New World” became the new destination. Harder processes but nobler – or just more profitable for all- rules had to be followed.

And they were followed. And completed.

We supported even if we were unhappy. Going over there would mean losing contact to a bunch of fine people.

They had relatives there, the girl went to a new school, the wife found a job soon enough, the guy a little later. This, we learnt tonight.
They are good now; they have their lives in their hands.

We are happy tonight.

The other happy thing that was sampled today was the bottle of Yannoudi wine by the Tsiakkas Winery.

I’m not a wine connoisseur but I can tell a good wine, and this is a superb wine. Full marks to the producers and may they be able to keep on doing a fine job.

A million thanks to the friends who supplied this unique bottle that made us feel unmiserable and unblue.

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