Note: The characters presented there are inspired by @allbeendonebefore's work and they have no intention to mock you, rather to entertain you.
Hello again. In my previous post, I talked about the regional unit of Aetolia-Acarnania. Here, I'm gonna present some of its important cities. Starting with the capital itself…
Artistic choices: As with Aetolia and Acarnania in the previous post, I based her design from one of my aunts. Specifically, I made her tall with brown hair. I originally intended her to have scars all over her body, from the three Sieges (that we are going to talk about later) that took place in her city, but I ended up finding this idea over-the-top and she has fair skin. She is famous as a fish farming site, so I gave her clothes that make it easy for her to access waterz like boots, shorts and a plain t-shirt.
Messolonghi (as I prefer to call her) is the capital of Aetolia-Acarnania, despite not being its biggest city (Agrinio holds this position). Think of it like Edmonton and Calgary's case in Alberta, Canada.
It's one of these greek towns that has associated itself with the Greek War of Independence, a War that lasted from 1821 to 1829, and ended with the Greeks receiving their freedom from the Ottoman Empire.
To name, during that war, three dramatic sieges took place there. The first two (in 1822 and 1823) were unsuccessful, but the third was devastated for the Messolonghians.
Let's start from the beginning. Messolonghi is a city protected by a chain of small islands and its lagoon from the sea, and by a wall and the marshy terrain from the landward side. Additionally, it emerged as a fishing and trading settlement. All these made her a place in a vital position and that's why the Ottomans attacked her.
The reason the first two sieges were unsuccessful was due to the fact that the Ottomans focused solely on cutting connections and food from the land and thanks to the town's history as as a fishing and trading settlement, the residents could supply themselves via the sea route.
On the third time, however, the Ottomans came with a much stronger navy, cutting connections from both the land and the sea. The siege lasted till the spring of 1826. The Greeks had grown devastated and weak after a long and suffering winter without supplies, even going as far as to eat dogs, cats and mice from the streets. The residents looked skeletal and you could see corpses on the ground.
It was then that the Messolonghians decided to burst out of the gates and attempt to lead the women and children to safety. Meanwhile, those who were dying and/or too sick were piled into houses packed full of gunpowder to blow themselves up when the Ottomans arrived to kill them.
On the night of 10 April, the Greeks realised their plan, having to face an army of Ottomans who were informed about their escape. 10,000 emerged. Only 1,000 Greeks made it alive.
It's one of the most popular and important event of the Greek War of Independence, as it moved thousands of Philhellenes across the globe, who came to support the Greeks and it inspired works of art, like "The Free Besieged", a poem written by our national poet, Dionysios Solomos.
Here's an unofficial English translation I found on the Internet:
A silence as prevalent as death reigns over the plains
a bird speaks, takes a seed, and the mother envies it.
The famine blackened the eyes. The mother is swearing onto the eyes.
The good soldier from Souli stands aside and cries:
"Lone dark rifle, why do I hold you in the arm,
for you are a burden to me and even the Muslim knows ?"
April and Eros are dancing and laughing together,
and as many blossoms and cores come out, so many weapons enclose you.
A small white hill of sheep yells in movement,
and gets thrown deep within the sea again,
and merges its vast whiteness with the beauties of the sky.
And into the waters of the lake, which it reached in fast,
a blue butterfly played with its shadow,
that felt its sleep within the wild Fleur-de-lys.
The petite worm is also coming on its age.
The nature is magic and a dream in beauty and grace,
the black stone and the dried up grass are vast golden.
It spills itself with a thousand faucets, it speaks on a thousand languages:
"Whoever dies today will perish a thousand times."
The theme of the poem is about temptation and it's easily obvious on the last lines, where beautiful euphemisms are used to describe nature. One could ask "Who would want to die in such a beautiful day?". But as history (or to be more precise, this episode) showed, the Greeks preferred death over becoming slaves of the Ottomans.
In this drawing, you can see a mother about to commit suicide after having killed her kid (which is seen lying in her left arm), in an attempt not to end in the arms of the Ottomans.
The Garden of Heroes, a place dedicated to important military and political figures of the city, particularly from the Greek War of Independence.
Oh, I forgot to say that Lord Byron, a famous English poet and Philhellene died there.
Honestly, I feel like I talked too much about the Greek War of Independence…
On an unrelated note, she's in a rivalry with Agrinio, the biggest city and Economic Centre of Aetolia-Acarnania, but we will discuss it later (honestly, if you're following me for a while or if you've read my #athens and thessaloniki adventures posts, you will have noticed that we Greeks don't exactly get along)…
Artistic choices: I based her body type and hair from my mom, as she grew up in a small village near Agrinio. My mom doesn't smoke, but I made her a smoker, since, as I stated in the fun fact above, Agrinio is known across Greece for its tobacco production. My mom has participated in this when she was a little girl and she has a lot to tell me about it… Plus, she isn't redhead, she's actually brunette, she just likes to dye her hair red (just like my mom).
Enjoy a video depicting the production of tobacco. My mom showed it to me and said its pretty accurate to what she did when she was little.
https://youtu.be/E-F_iOQ88Ds
Agrinio is the biggest city of the regional unit of Aetolia-Acarnania and its Economic Centre. It's not the capital however. It's a similar case like the one with Edmonton and Calgary in Alberta, Canada.
It has acquired one of the worst reputations among greek cities, as a city that you "should avoid at all costs" and its residents as people you "should avoid at all costs". Here, I'm going to dissolve this ugly reputation or at the very least, try to justify it.
Agriniots in general are seen as "savages" that speak terribly greek. The reason for this is because, unbestknown for the majority of non-Agriniots, the people who claim to be from Agrinio aren't from Agrinio. They're from nearby villages, they just say Agrinio to help the listener locate the place. And because villagers have this reputation as being uncivilised and because every village speaks with a different accent, Agriniots earned the aforementioned reputation.
They're also in a rivalry with Messolonghi. The best way I can describe it is like this:
Agrinio: I'm the biggest city and Economic Centre of this regional unit! Why is SHE the capital?!
Messolonghi: I deserve this title because I'm an historic city!
Etc, etc
Artistic choices: He's a lobster, because his name "Astakos" in Greece means lobster and I thought it was funny. However, I don't know how he got that name. I searched information online and I didn't find anything about Astakos being famous for his lobster farming.
Nothing to say, except that it's a nice village to stroll and have dinner if you ever find yourself in Greece. Plus, I liked this building when I visited it.
Artistic choices: When most foreigners think about us Greeks, they think of slightly tanned people with brown or black hair. This is to a great extent true. For this reason, I wanted to create a character that looked less "Greek" and more "foreigner" just for the fun of it. She would be woman, have blonde hair (for the record, there're Greeks who have blonde hair, but there're huge brown hues on it. I wanted her hair to be pure blonde) and blue eyes. And that's how Nafpaktos came to be!
During the time she was under the Venetian Republic, she was named Lepanto. It's also the place where the Battle of Lepanto happened. You probably have heard it at least one in your life, as it's one of the most famous naval battles, and if you're Spaniard, it rings a bell in your ear.
It's considered of vital importance to the Europeans, since it marked the turning-point of Ottoman military expansion into the Mediterranean. Miguel de Cervantes, whom you might know as the author of Don Quixote, participated, where he severely injured his arm. In fact, there's a statue of him lifting his right arm, the arm which he used to write several famous literature works.
She's also the second biggest city of Aetolia-Acarnania after Agrinio.
That's all I have to offer. Have a good day (or night depending on what time exactly you're reading this post) 😘. The next post is gonna be the last about the Aetolia-Acarnanian Gang!
Sources:
A small part where I list all the sources of my information:
For Aetolia-Acarnania:
https://el.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%CE%9D%CE%BF%CE%BC%CF%8C%CF%82_%CE%91%CE%B9%CF%84%CF%89%CE%BB%CE%BF%CE%B1%CE%BA%CE%B1%CF%81%CE%BD%CE%B1%CE%BD%CE%AF%CE%B1%CF%82
https://el.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%CE%99%CF%83%CF%84%CE%BF%CF%81%CE%AF%CE%B1_%CF%84%CE%B7%CF%82_%CE%91%CE%B9%CF%84%CF%89%CE%BB%CE%AF%CE%B1%CF%82
https://el.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%CE%99%CF%83%CF%84%CE%BF%CF%81%CE%AF%CE%B1_%CF%84%CE%B7%CF%82_%CE%91%CE%BA%CE%B1%CF%81%CE%BD%CE%B1%CE%BD%CE%AF%CE%B1%CF%82
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aetolia-Acarnania
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aetolia
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aetolian_League
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acarnania
For Messolonghi:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Missolonghi
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_siege_of_Missolonghi
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_siege_of_Missolonghi
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Second_siege_of_Missolonghi
https://el.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%CE%9C%CE%B5%CF%83%CE%BF%CE%BB%CF%8C%CE%B3%CE%B3%CE%B9
https://el.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%CE%88%CE%BE%CE%BF%CE%B4%CE%BF%CF%82_%CF%84%CE%BF%CF%85_%CE%9C%CE%B5%CF%83%CE%BF%CE%BB%CE%BF%CE%B3%CE%B3%CE%AF%CE%BF%CF%85
For Agrinio:
https://el.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%CE%91%CE%B3%CF%81%CE%AF%CE%BD%CE%B9%CE%BF
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agrinio
For Astakos:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astakos
https://el.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%CE%91%CF%83%CF%84%CE%B1%CE%BA%CF%8C%CF%82_%CE%91%CE%B9%CF%84%CF%89%CE%BB%CE%BF%CE%B1%CE%BA%CE%B1%CF%81%CE%BD%CE%B1%CE%BD%CE%AF%CE%B1%CF%82
For Nafpaktos:
https://el.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%CE%9D%CE%B1%CF%8D%CF%80%CE%B1%CE%BA%CF%84%CE%BF%CF%82
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nafpaktos
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Lepanto
https://iaitoloakarnania.gr/2020/04/to-agalma-toy-thervantes-sti-naypakto-o-don-kichotis-kai-i-schesi-toy-me-tin-ellada/
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7 years ago, Sam and Cait answered an honest question with a very frank and clear answer, No, we are not together
What makes me foolish to deafen my ears to this answer, then close my eyes and not see what happened after Cait's engagement, then her marriage, and then her birth to a child.
Would a hardworking and successful actress like Cait risk her Hollywood reputation by living a lie?
Claire loved Jamie
Cait was not romantically or sexually attracted to Sam, If she was, she would never have married Tony, nor anyone else.
Dear Sad Anon Person (or Entity, for that matter),
I see y'all are in a frenzy, tonight. So be it.
If you think all stars' PR pre-planned interviews are Bible truth, you are probably 12.
Your English grammar is appalling. English is not my mother tongue (or one of the two of them, for that matter). Still, I make an effort. A decent one. I owe it to these lovely people here.
Your question is so hollow and so many times denied by Hollywood reality, I am almost sorry for you, Anon. Why do you think we have an industry of unauthorized biographies of famous people? For me to read next week at the beach?
Wee joke. Next week, I am going to take with me Patrick Leigh Fermor's A Time of Gifts. It has no pictures, but a whole world inside its pages.
If you think no memoir is embellished, you are not 12, but maybe 15.
If you think a book cannot lie, I am going to mention one single memoir/book. Mein Kampf. A guy named Adolf Hitler wrote it. It sold well, to people like you, who never critically question their reality.
It is a wonderful, balmy summer night in Europe. Take a walk. Question your soul. There is much darkness in it for you to see these two people's light shining through.
I took this picture in Messolonghi, last summer, Anon. May its serenity soothe your troubled soul:
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The Romantic Poet Lord Byron died on 19th April 1824.
George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron of Byron was born in London on January 22nd 1788 to Captain John Byron and Catherine Gordon, heiress of Gight in Aberdeenshire.
After his father, known as “Mad Jack”, had frivolled away much of her fortune, Catherine whisked her son away to Aberdeen in 1789 where he spent his formative years, it was this time that left a mark on the romantic poet, he always saw himself as a Scot after this.
His father died when he was three, his half-sister was shipped off to live with their maternal grandmother, and he lived in miserable lodgings with his volatile, depressed mother and their abusive nurse. Aged ten his great-uncle William unexpectedly died in 1789, leaving young Byron to take up the reigns as sixth Baton Byron of Rochdale. The family moved to Newstead Abbey in Nottinghamshire, and he was later educated at Harrow and The University of Cambridge.
Despite enduring such ordeals as a young child in the north east of Scotland, the poet was empowered by his Scottish bloodline. Aged just 19, he wrote of his love for the northern countryside in ‘Hours of Idleness’, distinctly unimpressed by the comparatively barren landscapes of the south, the evidence is in the third verse of the poem Dark Lochnagar, for those unconvinced about his “Scottishness”
England! thy beauties are tame and domestic
To one who has roved on the mountains afar
Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic
The steep frowning glories o’ wild Lochnagar.
As the poet entered into his late teens and early twenties, his life was quickly overwhelmed by scandal – among his affairs with married women, actresses and young men, it is thought he had a child with his half-sister Augusta, five years his elder, a scandalous life at any time, let alone 18th century England!
In what is considered his masterpiece, Don Jaun, he again hankers back to Scotland, the work is over 500 pages long, split into canto’s. Canto X (ten) gives us another wee glimpse with….
But I am half a Scot by birth, and bred
A whole one, and my heart flies to my head, —
As “Auld Lang Syne” brings Scotland, one and all,
Scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the blue hills, and clear streams,
The Dee — the Don — Balgounie’s brig’s black wall,
All my boy feelings, all my gentler dreams
Of what I then dreamt, clothed in their own pall,
Like Banquo’s offspring; — floating past me seems
My childhood in this childishness of mine:
I care not — ‘t is a glimpse of “Auld Lang Syne.”
And though, as you remember, in a fit
Of wrath and rhyme, when juvenile and curly,
I rail’d at Scots to show my wrath and wit,
Which must be own’d was sensitive and surly,
Yet ‘t is in vain such sallies to permit,
They cannot quench young feelings fresh and early:
“scotch’d not kill’d” the Scotchman in my blood,
And love the land of “mountain and of flood.”
Byron's body was embalmed but his heart buried under a tree in Messolonghi in Greece. His remains were sent to England for burial in Westminster Abbey, but for some reason the Abbey refused.
He is buried at the Church of St. Mary Magdalene in Hucknall in the family vault.
In later years, the Abbey allowed a duplicate of a marble slab given by the King of Greece, which is laid directly above Byron's grave. In 1969, 145 years after Byron's death, a memorial to him was finally placed in Westminster Abbey.
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Note: The characters presented there are inspired by @allbeendonebefore's work and has no intention to mock you, rather to entertain you. Without further ado, let's move on.
In case you don't know, I love drawing and making headcanons about the personifications of modern greek cities and towns for various reasons, mainly because I want to promote the modern image of my country, as opposed to the ancient one that most foreigners are familiar with.
This time, I made 10 personifications, the two of them representing a regional unit (I will explain later why it's two and not one) and the rest representing some towns of that regional unit.
The regional unit, in question, is:
So, why Aetolia-Acarnania of all regions? Well, partly because my mom is from there and because almost nobody on the internet talks about it, so I wanted to make it more well-known.
I tried to seach some information online and I couldn't find much, other than that the Ancient Greeks considered these people barbarians, because they were war-like and didn't produce works of art.
Anyways…
Artistic choices: Aetolia and Acarnania's appearances were based from my uncles'. Specifically, Acarnania looks exactly like the one I based him from. Aetolia not do much, except from the face. None of my uncles have shoulder-length hair, I just added it to give him a more savage look based on the idea that the Ancient Greeks had about these people (which still exists today, but we will discuss it later). It was kinda difficult, because I'm not used on drawing male characters and even when I do, I give them a "cute-boy" look, so it was challenging but nice to draw something different for once. Also, regarding the choice of the color. I thought of all the colours that Hapo used in her @athensandspartaadventures: green, red, lots of purple and a little bit of brown. I wanted to choose a colour that she hasn't utilised and the first one to come to my mind was mustard yellow. Sooner or later, I will come up with an actual good explanation (or I might use a different colour).
Now, enjoy some photos I took while I was on vacation.
The view from above the mountains.
Honestly, the trip there feels like visiting South France, since it's full of green. A small tip for all the foreigners who are in Greece right now, but they wish they were in South France: just visit Aetolia-Acarnania! It's the same thing! But better! 🙃
The Ancient Fortification of Kastri.
An ancient site I wish more people would visit. Mainly because I love the way we get there. Basically, you climb a mountain. All alone. Without a special equipment. But that's the fun of the ride! 😃
I telling you, you won't regret this!
I would really love to introduce some new characters, like Messolonghi or Agrinio, but unfortunately, Tumblr doesn't let me include more than 10 pictures. So, enjoy Aetolia and Acarnania and you might get to meet new characters in the upcoming week.
Bye and have a lovely day or night depending on when you're reading this post! 😘
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