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Our Village Feast

 

            August 2002. Eve of Savior. It was the day when the whole village including me were waiting for the religious festival which takes place on this day. The next day the church of the village celebrated and, as usual, the day before of Saint fair would take place, everyone helped in the preparations. Early on the afternoon of that day, I began to prepare myself for the procession of the icon in the streets of the village. Afterwards I would go to the cultural association in order to help with the roasting of the meat in order to prepare sandwiches to sell. This happened every year and we helped as we could.  My sister would dance traditional dances, my father would carry the icon in procession and my mother would serve the visitors.

            The hour when our mother shouted for us to prepare ourselves for the church came and while the heat outside was unbearable, suddenly the sky darkened and the sun disappeared. In a few minutes it starting raining hail like rocks which fell from the sky. All of us terrified ran to the windows and watched the rain which was falling threateningly. This kept only half an hour but it was enough. As soon as the rain stopped we ran frightened to the village which so many days had been preparing for the village feast. It had been destroyed! Nothing was there to remind us of the place that we had set up!!

            Our sorrow and our disappointment interrupted the bell of our church that called us. We were all gathered at the church where with the light of candles, the lights had been cut by the storm, watched sadly the showbread. We however decided that the rain will not cancel a custom of years. Thus the procession of the icon became only with habitants of the village under the slowly rain, in the mud and in the dark. We walked the streets of the village with the candles in our hands. We were forced, of course to cancel the festival. But sortly before left we promised all together the following year we would have a better procession.   

 

 

                                                Constantinos Gotsis

2nd High School of Komotini,

Greece

 

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