11.12.2011

German Reparations and Greece's entry into the Euro...or else 'the missing pices of the puzzle where lying under the carpet'

The German reparations and Greece’s entry into the Euro... or else 'the missing pieces of the puzzle were lying under the carpet' 

As I said life is happening every waking minute. The material world is also part of our perceived reality and this is a genuine case of a ''conspiracy theory'' being absolutely true! Read on and doscover another side of the Greek crisis and the meaning of the Eurozone...
Speaking with a friend in Washington today I was able to fill in the missing pieces and see the big picture. Through my conversation with Heleni Yioka, a Greek American, a scientist, one of the Greek minds that found fertile soil away from their land, like so many others, I was able to answer many questions that had been bugging me for a long time, like the hidden meaning behind the statement made by Ms. Psarouda-Benaki who was the Chairperson of the Greek Parliament at the time, during the inauguration of Mr. Papoulias, as President of the Hellenic Republic in 2005 –a statement that was completely ignored by the media, or the incredible story of Greece's accession to the Eurozone, with the falsification of financial data and all that that entailed –what was the reason for this to happen..

But, let us take it from the start.

The story begins with the end of the WWII, which found Germany to be the biggest loser and Greece as one of the most affected ones. Altogether during the war, but particularly through the German occupation, Greece lost 13% of its population as a direct result of Nazi atrocities, where thousands were massacred, whole villages wiped out within minutes as retaliation for the actions of the Greek guerrilla resistance. But countless people also perished, especially in cities, due to hunger and hardships they suffered because of the unbearable ‘occupation loan’ which forced all of Greece’s resources into the German stomachs ... leaving the Greeks actually dying by the hundreds on a daily basis.  




The end of the war brought about the issue of war crimes committed by the occupational forces and of course it opened up the chapter of reparations to those affected. A long and tragic story this is, of the Greek claims. And look how this play with words works... these reparations through the treaties of Paris in '40, London in '53, and Moscow in '90 are not contestable, but due, and payable immediately!

In simple words what this means is that we do not need to do something to claim them, no need to prove anything, we simply have to demand that they get paid!

Why has this not happened so far you ask? Alas, I shall deny you the flagrantly conspicuous and regrettable answer –as one is capable of drawing one’s own conclusions.

The Treaty of London gave Germany a second chance as although it was made clear that affected countries can put forward claims against it, nevertheless as it too was coming out of the war injured and dismembered, and in need to reconstruct itself, it was granted some leeway until it would become a unified entity once again.

... Fast forward to 1989, the fall of the Berlin Wall and the reunification of Germany. Follows the Treaty of Moscow in 1990 where the newly-reunited Germany, asks for some more time the appropriation called “2 + 4” ie '90, '91 plus four we now arrive at 1995! From then on the Greek governments(s) had every right to demand payment of reparations in full.  To give you an idea of what is at stake here, let me point out that according to the highly pessimistic scenarios we are talking of several hundred billion euros, while according to the optimistic estimates –supported by many prominent connoisseurs on the subject, the amount is near 1,5 TRILLION euros -yes you read it right. There are many, even within Germany supporting the view that Germany’s postwar economic development would not have happened had they paid these reparations in full upon the end of the war.

And now let us come to another very legitimate question; why was it so important for the small Balkan- in size and standards, Greek economy, accounting for only 2% of the EU to enter the currency of the strong and mighty at its launch. Also bear in mind we are a country where those that collaborated with the enemy suffered no prosecution, and that our ‘king’ that got reinstated after the war was of Germanic origin....

The Simitis government that took over in 1995, not only made no real attempt to claim reparations but it committed an even worse crime –that of locking the currency rate with the Euro. Hasn’t anyone wondered how ever did we end up with that famous 347.5 drachmas to a euro? The strong currency of the era and the area was the German Mark and the exchange rate with this was set at about 172 drachmas, yet the Drachma-Euro lock was at double that amount which automatically brought a devaluation of our economy by about 50% -not to mention the infamous, by now, case of cooking up the data with the help of Goldman Sacks to be able to enter the Euro...

To what did we owe such persistence? Before all of this took place, in the Schengen Treaty paving the way for monetary union it was stated that member states brought into the common currency would have to give up their monetary sovereignty by assigning part of its powers to the central European headquarters, and Article 50 of the Numismatic Union Treaty states that all Member States shall, in good faith, waive any claims they may have against other Member States within the Eurozone. ... Perhaps now the picture is beginning to clear up?

Another thing specified in the Agreement for monetary union is that although no Member State can be expelled from the Eurozone, all members reserve the right to withdraw from it. In this eventuality, its monetary sovereignty gets restored, but the ECB should also return to the said country all that it had given away to enter –things like gold, securities, etc. It does not stop here however! Now, hold on now, the Member State leaving the Eurozone has the right to seek liability compensation for damages incurred during its stay in the monetary union! You understand what this means?? We are not the ones that will be harmed by our departure from the Euro-IT IS THEM THAT WILL BE DESTROYED!!

And here, of course, enter the 'HOLLIER-THAN-THOU' yet loan-laden Greek MEDIA (Mass Entertainment Deception Incorporated Alliance), who in obedience to their masters have for so long been using abysmal intimidation tactics scaring the people with horror scenarios of our return to the drachma -as if before the Euro there was no life, as if there was no Greece or economic activity or that all countries outside the Euro zone or the dollar are doomed to nothingness.

As if all the above were not enough -and perhaps as proof that our political system in its entirety is "somewhat compromised” comes the date of June 26, 2011. For most of us this was just another ordinary day in the calendar of insanity we are living in lately. But it was a very important day for the EU ... So, according to the Lisbon Treaty, somewhere in the fine print you’ll find the reference, on that day all the member states that signed it ceded part of their sovereignty to the central power of Brussels -hence the Psarouda-Benaki statement during the inauguration of  Mr. Papoulias in 2005 that “he is assuming the presidency at difficult times, times whereby we will be forced to accept reduced borders and national sovereignty for the overall benefit of the many” –a statement which both the media and the politicians gave a sufficient burial to!
Which brings us to the celebrated Kallikrates scheme -one of Mind-the-GAP-Papandreou’s first movements as soon as he seized power. With Kallikrates the country is divided into 13 smaller groups, like the city-states of former times. But this also means that the concept of a nation-state as a united, independent entity is now being destroyed. Even if we were to claim the German reparations we would no longer be able to do so as a nation-state against another nation-state as we now are a federation of cantons!

The only way that can once again become a nation-state, regain our national sovereignty and immunity and to demand the German reparations is ... to leave the Eurozone, but do it on our own terms! If we let our rulers, under the new, unconstitutional, dictatorial government, led by a member of the Trilateral Commission, to guide us toward a ‘soft’ Euro then all these disaster-scenarios the media are feeding us will materialize, and they will surface as prophets!
It's time to see the truth, to expose the great conspiracy and take the brave decision. To realize that:

GOING BACK TO OUR OWN CURRENCY
WOULD NOT SIGNIFY OUR DESTRUCTION
IT WOULD GUARANTEE OUR SALVATION!



A few words about Greek Indignation and the formation of a United People's Front

Life happens. It is happening all the time. Here in Greece people have started mobilizing themselves more and more since last May. To give you an idea of the situation here read on.... Had someone told me three months ago that the people would be taking to the streets and the squares for weeks on end I would NOT have believed them.
Yet it happened. We were used to talking about the situation privately, in our houses, at the workplace, amongst friends, but not with strangers, collectively and in a civilised manner. 
The people reacted suddenly and instinctively. They swarmed the city squares to manifest their indignation. As simple as that. Their frustration and disappointment towards everything that surrounds them. Everything and everyone. Who governs, admonishes, 'informs', and rules over them. They didn't come here having a plan. They don't hold all the answers in advance. They just got here and shouted loud and clear "We don't want this anymore! We want our life to change!"
We burdened these people with added, onerous, weight when we expected from them to have all th esolutions ready. We accused them and we degraded them as being utopians and populists. It's how we've learned to react. One more of the ruling system's antibodies. 
But the indignation made a pause somehow. It didn't stop. It 's mutating. It's looking for substance. Calmly, acknowledging the facts. Assesssing the situation: where am I, what have I got, what lies in front of me, where do I want to go. Five main key questions. 
This transformation generates new thoughts, actions, groups. Secret wish of all is to stop this crazy, pointless, futureless ride. It's like we're lab-rats on a huge wheel. Running. The faster we run the faster the wheel turns. It generates power but all we do is run, faster and faster. All we get to see is the rails alternating under our feet. If we would just raise our heads for a moment we would see there's a meadow there, green and lush and full of light. To get there we need to stop thw wheel and get off. Many of us, together, coordinated. Resist. It's that simple. 
All of us, no matter where we come from, ideologically, politically, religiously, we need to come together. To create a united people's front. To commit ourselves on five main responses. And as soon as we achieve our golas we shall self-dissolve and proceed to the next phase. But first and foremost we need to unite and stop this wheel. Together . Now. 
1. OVERTHROW LOANS, MEMORANDUM AND SUBSEQUENT AGREEMENTS.
2. HOLD ALL GUILTY PARTIES ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEIR ACTIONS AGAINST THE COUNTRY, ITS CITIZENS AND ITS CONSTITUTION
3. DECLARE PUBLIC DEBTS AS ODIOUS -IN ACCORDANCE WITH INTERNATIONAL LAW AND PRECEDENCE AND STOP ALL PAYMENTS
4. EXIT THE EUROZONE AND RENEGOTIATE OUR RELATIONSHIP WITH THE EU
5. ENSURE POPULAR SOVEREIGNTY AND NATIONAL INDEPENDENCE - THROUGH CONSTITUTIONAL CHANGES - REAL SUBSTANTIAL DEMOCRACY FOR ALL CITIZENS

JULY 2011.

GREEN BEAUTIFUL Now with Greek and English subtitles

So to start with, let me transfer you to another sphere of posibilities with this amazing film called La Belle Verte -a French film called The Green Beautiful in English which I am proud to say I have recently uploaded with embedded Greek subtitles to my youtube channel with the help of a good friend! Here's the link for your enjoyment -please share and enjoy! 

The come-back...

The come-back.... OK so you could definitely say that communication on my part has been very erratic. Who'd blame you? You could also say that my marbles need some serious sorting as this started out as a travel-blog while I was in Kenya, but infrastructure, or complete absence of it meant I put the whole project on halt. One short trip back home to Greece and one painstakingly absurdly slow divorce later, I thought I'd give it another shot during my next looooong trip throughout the Indian Subcontinent. But again infrastructure and more so my trusted digital companion going on prolonged strike made me take the Universal hint that this was a trip I needed to do on my own, without an audience. Well, I'm aspiring to write a book on it, but that has to wait for when I get some free time to go through my huge stash of notes. ANYWAY! Let me get to the point here! Which is that, after a lot of thought I have decided to restart my effort to empty my head occasionally online for the purpose of personal relief and possibly for your amusement but also information! You see...I am Greek in origin. Although I have lived away from Greece for some time I keep returning here and like many others I retain a love-hate relationship to my country. It draws me close like a passionate lover and when I spend too much time in it I tend to feel suffocated, gasping for a breath of fresh air. So it's like the tides, I come and I go. Well, since May last I have decided to STAY! Why you ask? Well, suddenly I saw a ray of light, A minuscule possibility of hope coming through the long vent bringing fresh air in the catacomb. I decided to stay and to fight. I don't like this word, it automatically puts you in a battlefield and words like thoughts and feelings count. They have their own energy they emit and transform reality. But in this case fighting is really what it is! Since last May people took to the streets, they took over the squares, they just went out in the open and TALKED, like they had never done before, about their lives, the injustices, about what they feel is wrong in the world. And it wasn't all about money and the economic crisis and the material world. It was and it is becoming a more universal debate.
My blog's mane is Jenny in a Bubble. I believe we all experience life through our own unique channel -we all live in our bubble of perception of reality and all life is, is an interaction of all these bubbles. So I will give you a view of what the world looks like through my bubble -all aspects of it. I aspire to share information, thoughts, sentiments, hopes on life, economy, spirituality, the environment and whatever interacts with my bubble and maybe you can do the same. My hope is that we can all understand each other more and make it easier for us to live together and to progress to a higher level of existence individually and collectively!

1.26.2010

note to my readers...

Note to my readers –assuming there are some ...somewhere... out there... 
A friend of mine set this blog up for me whilst I was in Kenya. The idea being that I would input my ‘adventures’ from there. But, a series of events lead to me leaving Kenya, stopping shortly in Greece –my native place, and now having ventured eastwards to India –where I am finally planning to start ‘broad casting’!!
So I plan to start feeding new stories as they happen, but also, hopefully some older ones from Kenya, and who knows, maybe some other places and times too! I hope it will all make sense and prove a nice read!
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1.13.2010

my first attempt to publish a post all by myself! :)

Entering a school unexpectedly caused swarms of kids to run towards us with all their might, yelling screaming and laughing! I can tell you there was a fraction of a second when I felt a little panic -I felt as if this big fast approaching crowd would devour me!. We decided to visit this particular place because we heard there were more than 100 disabled kids attending. In Kenya disability is not only frowned upon but carries a heavy stigma, many times resulting in children being locked-up, not allowed to see the light of day. So a rural school for disabled children was a definite must-see. I wanted to see how these children are treated, what problems do they face, and what are their teachers like... I was amazed to find that out of 100 disabled students at least 50 were deaf. Mind you, my trip back to Nairobi the following night, explained a lot. Most matatu (i.e. minibus) and bus drivers have this sinister habit here in Kenya of playing music really, exceptionally, un-be-li-e-va-bly LOUD! No matter what time of the days it is....Could these two facts be related...? I wonder .
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9.17.2009

At Last!


Well, I have been in Kenya for a week and two days by now –yes, I am counting the days, and every day has been so intense so far… Where do I start?? Well, maybe I can tell you where I am right now: I am sitting in a chair in the middle of a green field with my friends around speaking their local language –mama, 8ymasai to ergo kai oi 8eoi trela8hkan? E, kapws etsi moiazei I glwssa tous. It is sunny and bright, I have long trousers on and socks –the temperature is around 22 degrees I reckon. I see green fields everywhere I look and cows and hens scattered around. In a few hours we will go to the main city of the area, Kisii, to collect the modem they sent me from Nairobi so that, hopefully, I can do my work. The internet here is very very slow and I cant do much, so after spending 3 hours yesterday in a cyber-café trying to get connected, we opted for this solution –cross my fingers.. Yesterday morning finally we gave out the clothes, shoes and toys to the children.. and what can I say –this is one of the moments that will stay with me for ever… but let me start from the beginning, no?I arrived at the airport after a very bumpy flight from Dubai and then had to wait for about two hours in line to get my visa sorted out. I was met by Geoffrey –the starting brain behind Teddy’s Centre who helped me carry all my stuff. The first night in Kenya I spent it at his house in the outskirts of Nairobi. The place had only got two rooms with the bare minimums and a latrine in between them. The whole area was dark with no electricity where the neighborhood is employing a Masai man to keep the law and order during the night (the Masai are feared and respected and if they find someone stealing or something similar they are free to beat them to death)! All through the night I had the feeling that something was ‘bothering’ me but it could not have been a mosquito as there was no sound… next morning the girl I was sharing the bed with, Joanna from Uganda, who also came for Teddy’s Centre, told me, in a very relaxed voice that it was probably a cockroach (!) Next day I went round town with them to change my money into Shillings (KS), get a SIM card etc. On my way there, in the local version of a mini-bus, the matatu, or otherwise known as killing-machines by the way they are driven, I saw so much poverty – the smell of burnt plastic is just everywhere and although smoking is banned in public places –even from the streets (!) –akous mama??, you really didn’t need to smoke –air pollution is so high, your lungs are full of it! In the city centre you don’t find ANY rubbish in the streets –there is a fine of 500KS if you are seen throwing something on the ground. And whereas this and the no-smoking might seem like signs of civilization, the air and sound pollution is just unbearable! Every shop owner has a loud speakerphone advertising his merchandise and this together with the cars honking and the hubbub of all the people in the streets is enough to drive you mental!!!! The people all look a bit hostile in Nairobi, and you really really need to be extra careful when outside- twice they opened the outside pocket of my rucksack when it was on my back(they only got my tobacco pouch fortunately –Georgia, paei kai I diki mou I kapno8iki!!!) so since then I carry it in front of me like a kangaroo baby! When inside a taxi, as police are so corrupt (surprise-surprise) you need to wear your seat belt at all times even if seated in the back as they may try to get some money off you with this excuse if they stop the car. Also, you have to keep your bag down, between your legs because if the car is stopped in a jam or at the traffic lights it is not uncommon for people to just reach inside the car and take it! As you can probably understand all this was too much too soon and I wasn’t even sure I will make it through the day –all my senses kept saying GO! Then I met Gigi –thank God for Gigi, a friend from London who’s been in Nairobi for five months accompanying her boyfriend Javier, a friend from long ago, who works for MSF (Medicines Sans Frontiers) in Somalia. And then the picture changed completely –the MSF guesthouse they stay in is in the well-off part of the city, with no traffic jams or loud noises an area with big fenced-up houses and security guards on a 24hr basis, big luscious gardens and helping staff to clean and cook…. What a great contrast! The other thing that was a pleasant surprise was that eagles inhabit the city of Nairobi –you see them flying all around you –but maybe this has something to do with the altitude of the city too -1800m, and this is probably why it is so cold here too. In the night we were putting the heating on –here, at the MSF house, I guess there are no such luxuries everywhere else in the country… The next few days we visited the greatest slums of Nairobi –Korogocho which is based just next to the biggest dump –homateri in greek, I have ever seen. The school were most of the children go to is facing the dump-and of course I don’t need to tell you about hygiene, smell, clean air etc… As there is not much food around many times, especially the children, try scavenging the dump for food. They end up eating rotten meat and getting serious illnesses or even die… While we were in Korogocho it rained. And even this rain held a surprise for me: it wasn’t raining water but mud! The place is so dirty and dusty that even the rain becomes muddy!!! No chance of a clean environment for the inhabitants of the slum –can you understand what I am saying??? Kibera, the biggest slum in all Africa hosts 2 million people. I will try to send you some pics to see but the connection is so slow and I hope I can manage. I saw street kids, as they are called, as young as 5 years old sniffing glue to forget their hunger, I saw water flowing between the houses all dirty and smelly from who knows what, I saw dogs having a better life than humans… and all the people I met were so friendly –smiling and open-hearted because you see the “m’zungus” never come to this place and we were the first ones they saw… The people here are quite proud and not subservient like in Muslim countries –they are not here to serve you or be your friend. This is a tough world and survival is the goal, but once you get close and they realize your intentions they open up a huge smile and welcome you to their homes. We stopped in a bar – o 8eos na to kanei bar, in Kibera and they welcomed us very warmly inside. A Masai man came in to have a drink and he was so happy to see us he started jumping up and down –in their traditional fashion, and soon everyone in the place started dancing and ‘shaking it baby!’ It was so spontaneous, so nice! Sad? Yes, I was very. I realized how much we have and don’t even realize it. Here, even a simple thing like buying a pen, can be unattainable for most –can you imagine????? Violent crime, mugging, stealing and superstition are big in the slums – people here seem to believe that raping an old woman before you commit a crime makes your sin go away, they also believe that to get rid of AIDS the best cure is to sleep with a virgin and they believe disabled children to be a curse so in many cases they keep them locked up depriving them of food and social life… it is really a very cruel life the life in the slums… These superstitions don’t hold any ground in the rural areas –in fact when I told the Kisiians about all the above they were looking at me with bewilderment. Having said that, it was a big surprise for me to see that the people living in the nature knew nothing about the skies –no one could tell me where is the star that point north –or south, as we are in the southern hemisphere, or any of the constellations. They had never heard of ‘green tea’ or of tea-tree oil –here, in one of the biggest tea-producing countries of the world, nor did they know the medicinal properties and uses of the native herbs –even though natural medicines are on the uprise in Kenya too… So, you understand, I had a lot of knowledge to impart with! And what really impressed me was that I was speaking to them, chatting like I would with my friends but my words rang new to them and made a big impression. A couple of them told me that I was a ‘wise person’ (!) and they treat me with respect as if I am really important! They gather round me to listen to what I have to say –can you imagine?! And honestly, I dint tell them something extra-ordinary…but I see how thirsty they are for new ideas, for guidance –they don’t dismiss anything, they are open and they welcome new ideas. The money I managed to collect from all of you was 500 euros!!! Hurray! After seeing all these horrors I wanted to really make sure it is used wisely. We sat down with Geoffrey many times and made alternative plans for what to do. We changed our minds so many times –we could buy solar panels to give the kids electricity, or buy a pair of goats, or chickens for eggs and meat –here by the way they don’t milk the goats, they don’t know what a delicacy goat’s cheese is!!!! Then there were the teachers that hadn’t been paid for months. Difficult choices to make… The first thing we agreed on was to buy them all shoes for the school –heavy duty black shoes -35 pairs of, for all students attending the school. And we did! The story with Teddy’s Centre –for those of you I failed to inform, is this: after the civil unrest and the tribal hatred that followed the 2007 election around 1500 people were killed. Geoffrey, who had a troubled youth as a kid himself, found himself with a small baby-boy in his arms and no one around to care for it. So he decided to adopt little Teddy. But then he realized that there were more children like him and he started gathering as many he could. He brought them to his motherland, Kisii, and converted a house and shop that he owned into an orphanage, and got a lady to take care of them. Soon he realized that he would need to provide education for them. Here in Kenya education is not free. Students have to pay school fees and buy their own books and other necessities. So, he decided to get some teachers too! And then there were all these kids from very poor families who could not afford school fees, so he invited them to come to the school as well. People around him were not helpful at all, most of them discarding Teddy’s Centre as a ..joke! So, he was the only dreamer, all alone trying to make enough money from organizing safaris for tourists to support the kids’ needs. So, you understand there are so many holes to fill, so many things that are important, and although 500 euro can go a long-long way here, it is still not enough to cover everything. On the other hand, knowing me, you probably understand that in my communication with his family and friends here I was trying to convey a message, Go Tse!, about the empowerment of people, about how WE can change our lives, about the whole community coming together and creating a better future for their children and for themselves. I was telling them that they are blessed to live in the place where they are –did you know they don’t even have to water their crops!!! And I was trying to convince them that their future lies here –not in Nairobi as most of the youngsters like to believe. And then one evening they gathered around the fire, I brought my laptop outside and showed them pictures of the slums… One of Geoffrey’s uncles told me the next day that the images were so strong he had trouble sleeping at night. They really had a big impact on him, and many others. By that time we were trying to find a way with Geoffrey to use the remainder of the money to create some sort of sustainability, maybe a steady influx of money to secure that some of the needs of Teddy’s Centre are covered. We came up with the idea of agricultural produce and we wanted to convince two of his uncles to give us a piece of land to cultivate and use the profit generated to pay for food and part of the salaries of the teachers. After showing them the photos of the slums they decided to give us TWO pieces of land!!!! In one there is going to be 8-10,000 cabbages and in the other around 2,000 tomato trees. As people are very poor here you don’t buy vegetables and fruit by the kilo but by the piece –even tomatoes, onions and potatoes! So this way in three months time the first harvest will take place and this will cover food and salaries for the previous three month-period. THANKS EVERYBODY!!!! With what is left of the money we have already bought a big sack of sugar, rice, and cooking oil and seeds, fertilizer and all else needed to start farming, AND in the next couple of days we will get a few hens -for eggs, meat and for making more chicks, and hopefully a couple of goats –for reproduction and meat. So, this is my experience in Kenya till now! I will keep you posted on new developments as they happen –or a bit after they do