The Eugenides Foundation
Eugene Eugenides, the prosperous shipping industrialist, focused his extensive philanthropic activities on Greek education in
Eugene Eugenides, the prosperous shipping industrialist, focused his extensive philanthropic activities on Greek education in
THE spidery-looking projector sits in the centre of the circular, dimly-lit auditorium like an aberration from a science-fiction film. The room grows dark and suddenly a phantasmagoria of the universe appears overhead as thousands of lights are cast onto the domed ceiling, reproducing the starlit heavens.
AMONG the Dead Sea scrolls is a document that has only just been deciphered and which is believed to have been an account written by none other than Balthazar — one of the three wise men from the East who came to Bethlehem with gifts for the God-child who had just been born.
NOVEMBER the third of this year was dedicated to the Preservation of European Architectural Heritage. The Government on that day approved a 555 million dollar contract for the building of shipyards, a steel factory and a cement plant at Pylos on the Bay of Navarino.
LARNACA from the air looks starkly desolate. The coast of Cyprus here is hard and brittle, scorched ochre in colour. The horizon toward the sea is a haze of cobalt-edged white and azure.
It was springtime in Athens and young Vassos Kanellos had stopped with several friends to practice the five games of the pentathlon before going on to school.
DURING a cosy moment in the two-day talks between Harold Wilson and Constantine Karamanlis, the British Prime Minister referred to a predecessor of his, George Canning, as a proof of the long duration of Anglo-Hellenic friendship.
IN July 1975, in the tenth year of its excavations, the Greek Ar¬chaeological Society at Archanes under the direction of John Sakellarakis uncovered an unplundered Mycenean tholos tomb in Archanes, a large Cretan village. It is situated south of Iraklion, about ten miles beyond Knossos.
THE BEACH at Kalamitsa on the island of Skyros with its gold-flecked sands cradles a clear green-turquoise sea. Far down the beach are a few homes inhabited by elderly couples who eke out a living from their fields and from the sea.
Last week I attended the funeral of my old friend Taki the Microbophobe. It was a sad occasion because it marked the defeat of a man who had spent most of his adult life in a relentless battle against every known virus, bacillus or other form of micro-organism that might have threatened his existence.