Thank you for sharing your heritage, both sad and honorable, from the fighting spirit of 1821, to the sadness of 1943, yet life goes on and we are good to be optimistic for our young people who are our future. Thank you for sharing your sad Museum, and importantly the blessed and beautiful place of Kalavrita. Your story touches the heart of people in Australia.

My papou barely escaped this massacre- he was selling shoes and left on the last train out of here. His name was Nikolaos Michalakis from Menidi. I have grown up hearing about this massacre and am glad to finally pay my respects.

What is it that distinguishes the victim from the predator? 
It is that innocent look in the eyes
That faces eternity without fear.
Predators sink in the red of the blood they have shed, and retreat into oblivion?