As I
awoke from my sleep this morning I was overcome by an overwhelming feeling that
I had overslept. Thinking I was late for
class I threw my blanket in a hurry and shuffled my pillows around in search of
my phone. I looked everywhere on my bed
in search for it and it was nowhere to be found. Reluctantly, as I was about to look under my
bed I heard a buzzing noise, it was my alarm on my phone going off. The time read 10:15 a.m. and I had 45 minutes
to get from my apartment to the National Historical Museum on Stadiou
Street. Thinking that I had been on
Stadiou a few times within the past few weeks I believed it would take no
longer then 25 minutes.
Leaving
the house around 10:30, it gave me a perfect half an hour to get to the
museum. Vaguely remembering the previous
times I had travelled to Stadiou, it took me a while to grasp a sense of
direction after weaving up and down streets.
I asked for directions from multiple people, but not one could give me
the right museum. Some sent me to the
other end of Stadiou down where Zach and I meet Benzicoco, the dog that
followed us home on the first night, which was maybe 15 or so blocks away from
the museum. In being such a historical
city Athens has a multitude of small museums that aren’t very well known by
many of the citizens in the city. I
called Professor Roth and talked to Ioanna so I could try and find out where I
had to go. After an hour of walking around trying to find the museum I had
found my way to the glimmering marble steps of the museum.
Due
to me being a bit late for class, we were running short on time, so Ioanna took
us on an abbreviated tour. It lasted
about 45 minutes and the museum covered mainly the time during Greece’s War for
Independence. One of the pieces of work
that I admired the most was the flag that Greeks of the city of Hydra would fly
during the war. The main part of the
flag was a sky blue with a golden cross standing tall in the middle. Then there was a crescent moon lying down, as
to make a hill for the cross that stood tall upon it. This symbolized the
conquering of Greek Orthodox of the Muslim faith, which then was inspirational for
the Greeks. Accompanying the cross atop
the moon was an upside down anchor with a phoenix wrapped around it and a flag
mast with a red flag flying. The phoenix
was a symbol of Greece raising from the ashes and the anchor a symbol of their
naval strength, the main reason why they won the War. Finally, an inscription inside the moon
reads, “Η ταν η επι τας.” This an old
Spartan saying told by mothers to their sons before war to come back with your
shield alive or on it. The piece was
very powerful with its bold statements and really showed an immense sense of
nationalism throughout the Greek city states.
The
next museum was we visited was at the Numismatic Museum of Athens, which was
the old mansion to Heinrich Schliemann.
Schliemann was the archeologist who discovered the lost city of Troy and
the great city of Mycenae; which we had visited two weeks prior. The elegant marble floors and warm maroon
colored wall made the museum bring a feeling of comfort to you. Then, just like every other museum we have
been visiting the elegance is lost through the screams and yells of middle
school kids. First thing I thought was
this was karma coming back to get me. If
I were to say I have never talked too loud in a museum when I was in middle
school then I would be telling a lie.
The museum was doing an exhibit about the evolution of coined
money. The shinning of coins in every
room attracted my curious eyes to wonder around to all the enclosed
displays. It was quite amazing to think
that some of these coins much like their counterparts, the ancient ruins of
Mycenae and the Parthenon, have made it through centuries of looters and
countless wars. The tour lasted a little
over an hour, which gave us time to grab some food before our three hour Greek
class that was sure to be exhausting.
Patrick Malone
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Lost on Stadiou
No comments:
Post a Comment