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A cloudy Sunday on the ferry from Piraeus port to Salamina island.
I remembered a famous Greek popular song written and executed by Vasilis Tsitsanis during the German occupation. For many those days of the dark Nazi occupation this song became a national anthem.. It is a song with a huge meaning and sublimminal message. If I did not reveal you the reason of why this song was written, the events in footage you would have never gotten the message of it.. Would you understand what it was refering to? Hardly... It seems like a song about someones gloomy day or maybe depression.. The same with the German occupational forces.. That never caught the meaning. Countless of times this song has played at taverns and "clubs" during the occupation, even with Greek speaking German officers or Gestapo staff present. This song evaded their censorship and has become a symbol of a bloody era. What ever they failed to accomplish then with their steel and their fire they are attempting to accomplish now with their watch-dogs, their loans and their accountants.. this song steps beyond the era of the occupation by force to a different kind of occupation.. The ecconomic occupation. But an occupation non the less that come will pass like the previous one. An other failed attempt of conquest by the same people yet with different means.. that will end up in the dust bin of history, just like the previous one.

Greece never dies, she is eternal.. and will never be enslaved.. only temporarily troubled.

Ποια ιστορία κρύβεται πίσω απ' το κάθε τραγούδι; Ποιο το κοινωνικό υπόβαθρο, πώς εμπνεύστηκαν οι δημιουργοί και ποια η διαδρομή τους στο χρόνο;

Συννεφιασμένη Κυριακή του Βασίλη Τσιτσάνη.

Συννεφιασμένη Κυριακή, μοιάζεις με την καρδιά μου
που έχει πάντα συννεφιά, συννεφιά
Χριστέ και Πα-, Χριστέ και Παναγιά μου

Είσαι μια μέρα σαν κι αυτή που 'χασα την χαρά μου
Συννεφιασμένη Κυριακή, Κυριακή
ματώνεις την, ματώνεις την καρδιά μου

Όταν σε βλέπω βροχερή, στιγμή δεν ησυχάζω
Μαύρη μου κάνεις τη ζωή, τη ζωή
και βαριανα-, και βαριαναστενάζω

Cloudy Sunday,
you're like my heart
that's always cloudy.
Christ and Holy Virgin!

You are a day like that day
in which I lost my joy.
Cloudy Sunday,
you make my heart bleed.

When I see you that rainy,
I can't rest even for a moment.
You make my life black
and I deeply sigh.

I dedicate it to all my friends on TE.

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