It took authorities three days to send large-scale
assistance to the fire-ravaged villages of Ileia, but residents held the line in
a collective act of heroism
As they
lined up for their 3,000-euro compensation for fire damage, the farmers of the
Zaharo municipality in Ileia knew that the money would only be temporary
relief.
Take Agios
Ilias, for example, a village with an eagle's-eye view of the Kyparissia bay
and a permanent population of about 50. Fires burned most of its olive groves
and livestock, destroying its main source of revenue.
Livestock
farmers from around Greece are offering a few sheep or goats to help rebuild
the flocks of this area, but there can be no quick replacement for the
thirty-year-old olive trees. Tens of thousands of them need to be replanted,
and those will take a decade to yield any significant amount of oil.
Sofia
Destouni, an Agios Ilias resident, thinks farmers without supplemental income
will have no choice but to leave. "They need to go and find work. If the
government gives them a job, fine. If not, are they going to replant and wait
40 years to rebuild their income? They'll die," she said.
The picture
is even less hopeful in Makistos, a few kilometres away, which looked as though
it had just been bombed on August 28, four days after fire struck. Some houses
had lost their roofs and were still smoking. Fallen cypress trees lay across
graves in the cemetery.
Unlike Agios
Ilias, whose younger farmers' energetic defence protected the main village from
burning, Makistos' ageing community of 27 has lost half its houses. Seven were
killed and another ten are refugees, says Kostas Kalogeropoulos, Makistos'
itinerant priest.
"This
village will probably die," he said. "Their lifetime's labours have
been destroyed in a moment. Psychologically they are very stricken. There's no
courage to start something new."
Nonagenarian
Panayotis Kokkaliaris is a case in point. He lost his 650 olive trees and his
house, built by his grandfather and reconstructed several times after earthquake
damage. He is currently living with his sister-in-law in Zaharo, and says that
without state aid he won't be able to fix his house and return to the place
where he has spent his entire life. He wandered slowly through his home's
burned out shell, the shattered roof tiles crunching underfoot, his stove
barely recognisable against one wall. His aluminium windows had melted into
silvery pools on the sill and a sharp smell of burning hung heavily in the air.
Against one wall the fire had broiled the grapes of a climbing vine into an
opaque brown without bursting them.
There is
nothing around the village either but blackened rocks and fields. Barely a
living tree is visible, and the locals urgently want feed for their animals.
Nightfall is perhaps a relief. There is still no power with which to light up
the desperately unfriendly surroundings.
Despite age,
the villagers showed spirit when they fought to save their homes without a
single fire engine on August 24. "We didn't have water, so I sprayed the
fire with wine," says George Dimopoulos, a robust middle-aged man. He put
his produce in a pesticide-spraying backpack and poured away 200 kilos of it,
but believes that it saved his house and those of two neighbours. "I
fought for 17 hours, " he says.
In the
neighbouring municipality of Skillounta, villagers battled for three days with
the help of two fire engines. In Gryllos, two young men on tractors ferried
massive trailer-tankers full of water to fire engines at the battlefront. Like
modern-day centaurs, they roared down the high street from dawn until well into
the night.
"When
the [firefighters] run out of water, they simply say, 'That's it folks, you're
going to burn'," said 21-year old Marinos Karahristos, a skinny lad with
exuberant energy. "We keep resupplying them with water. If it weren't for
that, we would have lost the village in the morning. The fire brigade doesn't
do anything on its own."
Four of his
friends shouted their agreement as they sat in a group, exhausted from a day
spent helping the firefighters. "We're the four biggest families [in the
village] so we have a responsibility," Marinos continued pointing to them.
"Without volunteers, you can't do anything," added one.
They, like
most in the village, were sleeping about an hour each night, and were giddy
with adrenalin. They were also angry at the lack of political attention to
their plight. In the small hours of the morning they finally retired to the
village cafe for beers and discussed politics. "We're preparing a reception
for the politicians when they do come down from Athens. We're going to stretch
a banner across the high street telling them where to go," said one.
When the
highly mechanised assistance the village had been calling for did finally
arrive in the form of Canadair waterbombing aircraft and helicopters, more fire
engines, bulldozers and graders, the back of the fire was broken within the
day. But the villagers could easily have missed that rendezvous with salvation.
They are
fully aware that the aid was not for their benefit alone. Similarly sized
villages, like next-door Greka, had been allowed to burn. But on August 27 the
Gryllos fire finally began to reach Krestena, a town of 12,000, and evacuating
it would be an unthinkably large task.
Gryllos was
lucky to be situated near Krestena. Not everyone was. Nearby Vrina fought with
much slighter means and was denied even a fire engine. On the night of August
25 its inhabitants watched a broad fire front slowly move down Mount Lapithas,
about a kilometre away across a narrow valley.
The fire
crawled downhill along the pine forest floor claiming underbrush and shrubs.
When it reached a new cluster of pines it would flare up violently with a noise
of revving jet engines. Its heat warmed cheeks in Vrina, and it produced enough
light to read by.
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The young
men of the village waited until the fire reached the edge of their olive
groves. Then they got into their tractors, which carry 500-litre pesticide
tanks, now filled with water, and drove to the fire. Their spray hoses were no
good against a pine forest blaze, they explained, but could defend olive groves
where the trees were smaller and more spaced out, which slowed the fire down.
Inevitably,
in the midst of the crisis, politics reared their ugly head. One irate villager
accosted television journalists trying to do live appearances. "Is Vrina
burning? Is Vrina burning?" he shouted. "The fields are burning.
Vrina isn't burning!" It took several people to send him off. The village
priest later explained to journalists, "He's a New Democracy man. "
Conservative party officials had called him, the villagers surmised, to put a
stop to the alarmist reporting from Vrina which was that night leading the
evening news.
The damage
to the environment in the wider Zaharo area will take months to assess. As the
fires began they fed a sickly grey-brown cloud that gathered, unmoving, like an
oilslick in the sky, leaving just a glimpse of the azure horizon between it and
the hilltops. But by the morning of August 26, Zaharo awoke to an unnatural
fog. The few aeroplanes that did operate could not do so until well into the
day for lack of visibility.
Slowly, the
pine forest of Kaiafas emerged into the light still smouldering, its hefty pine
trunks devoured from within and snapped backwards like stalks of celery. On
Zaharo's high street a tarpaulin banner shows an aerial photo of the forest as
it was, set on the sand dunes between an endless azure beach and the warm
springs that well up from under Mount Lapitha. "Enchanted Zaharo"
reads its legend.
Zaharo is
the country's hardest-hit municipality. It is where two thirds of the national
death toll of 64 was discovered. Mayor Pantelis Hronopoulos told the Athens
News that not one of its 19 villages is unscathed, and a total of 500
structures are lost.
The most
tragic of Zaharo's villages is surely Artemida. Fully 24 people died here when
they tried to flee the oncoming fire by car on August 24. Fourteen of them were
from the village, representing a sixth of its population.
"A young
technician came to to my house from Pyrgos, a lad of about 26 or 27, to fix my
washing machine" says Vasilis Diplas, a pensioner. As he prepared to test
the machine the power went out. It was 2: 45pm. He went out on my balcony and
started snapping picutres of the fire with his mobile phone. He then spoke to
his girlfriend in Kalamata and told her he is leaving so as not to get trapped.
He got into his car and I learned that he remained down there," Diplas
says pointing down the mountainside to where most locals were killed. "And
I mourn for that."
Artemida is
home to a modern Greek tragedy. George Paraskevopoulos put his mother, wife and
four children, aged four and-a-half to fifteen, into the family car at three
o'clock on that same afternoon, as reports spread of the oncoming fire.
"The
husband later told me that he sent the family ahead and stayed behind with the
motorbike to see what would happen, " says Panayotis Bamis.
"They
took the road for Zaharo. I think someone told them to turn around because the
mountain was burning. " The Paraskevopoulos family, along with a convoy of
cars from the village headed back uphill, but in the panic and poor visibility
one of the cars collided head-on with a fire truck, overturning it and causing
the death of three firemen inside.
With the
road now blocked by the wreckage, the family left their car and scrambled up
the mountainside. They must have made a last-minute attempt to protect each
other as they realised that they could not outrun the fire. Recovery teams
found the mother's remains in an embrace with three of her children. The fourth
managed to go only a few yards further.
The cruel
irony of this fire is that is didn't touch the Paraskevopoulos house. Had they
stayed, they would have been alive. Their front yard remained, three days after
the fire, as it was left that Friday afternoon, two tricycles parked neatly
against the wall, several foam mattresses stacked up for sleeping outdoors on
hot nights, and perched on top of them a toy speedboat and a truck.
"We are
all familiar here. We are all connected by blood or friendship," said
Diplas. "So now we're all mourning for someone, whether he was a brother,
a best man or a neighbour... They are all known to us and so we are all crying.
And that is why we're now in the worst possible state. And rage at the
indifference of the state. Indifference. Indifference."
There is
hope for this area. There was no talk of leaving for cities among young people,
who were the most enthusiastic about defending their homes. But preserving an
economic basis for that will now take massive government assistance. If the
election is about anything here, it is about that.