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Tornado hits Corfu Greece 11/11/2017

It’s hard to believe that a tornado hit Lefkimi, our Greek village. Add that to a hurricane and you can imagine what it was like.
No. You couldn’t unless you were there. Take a look at the photos, that apparently no Greek news station thought our village was important enough to report on.

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Lefkimi is one of the largest villages on the Island and yet only half was hit. Melikia and Potami. I live in Melikia.

We weren’t at home at the time. We were outside, driving right into it.

11th November is my eldest daughter’s birthday. We were dressed up and ready to go out and eat. It was raining and it was windy. Lightning had been flashing for a while. For some reason, my husband wanted to drive the back way of the village,  missing out the cafes and shops. The road was alongside a canal (Potami) we saw the water has risen very high. We passed a man with a torch checking out his boat. The further down we drove, the worse the weather was becoming. It got so bad I asked my husband who was driving, can you see anything out of the windscreen because I can’t.
It was too late to stop and we couldn’t see anything in front or behind. The rain and wind were so fast and heavy that I couldn’t see anything outside. Then we had leaves and branches hitting the screen and the top of the car. We thought it was hail stones. Alexia, my youngest already had a fear of thunder and storms, so she was shaking and crying. We made it to the end of the road and onto the main road, which would take us down to where we were eating. We saw a row of lights ahead and my eldest daughter said it was the Cube, a coffee place we go to often. As we coming up to Cube, we couldn’t see ahead, on the opposite side of the road, or what was behind, so my husband turned into the carpark and we stayed there until it looked safe to move again.
In that time we watched the wind knocking over huge plants, ripping the flags off, tipping over a motorbike and then the electric went off inside and my youngest was crying and shaking again. My eldest daughter was cuddling with her in the back seat. It was a scary time. The rain stopped and the wind abated and so we continued our journey.  You have to understand we thought we were in a bad storm and it was over. It wasn’t until we were driving on the main road and saw a tree down and then another that totally blocked our side of the road, that we suspected a tornado. My husband said exactly what I was thinking, what if we had kept going and hadn’t stopped at the Cube?
We continued and arrived at the taverna where we ordered our meal. I was in the toilets with my youngest when my husband came in and said, he had just received a call from his dad, the tornado hit Melikia and there were damages. We took the food to go and rushed back to the house.

Now, this next video is chilling. It demonstrated how close we were and how lucky we are to be safe, together and unhurt.


I have to hand it to the Corfu island fire department and electricity board. My husband pulled over and phoned them as soon as we saw the fallen trees and they were there dealing with it when we came back from the taverna.  We were without power and water for less than 24hours. From the amount of firetrucks, cranes and vans from the Electric company, around our area, I assume they came from town.

It’s now 10pm on Sunday evening 12th November. I have no idea what the official cause is apart from a tornado and hurricane. I haven’t heard of any casualties inside the village.

Sadly, there was a death near Santa Barbara of a Greek man whose car fell into a river. His family managed to get out safely but his foot got stuck in the steering wheel and he died.
This information was given to me second hand, so if I learn more of the official facts I will update this piece.

We are on half power now and it may be off again tomorrow as they continue work. Apparently, we could be having the same freak weather on Tuesday.  I don’t think Alexia will get over this experience. She jumps every time the light flickers. We’ve been trying to instil in her that rain, wind and thunderstorms are harmless. She had such a fear of them before, now it seems it was warranted.

In conclusion, Mother Nature is a bitch and can suck rotten eggs!

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Black Shroud

No matter what you see on the outside, the picket fence and bright flowers.
You have no idea what it’s like on the inside, awake on every passing hour.

Darkness creeps even closer. The light is being shut out. 
I would hide inside myself but it’s an even darker place full of voices and self-doubts.

There’s no feeling of losing control, as I lost that luxury some time ago. 
I’m too tired to cry, too tried to crawl and so I sit in my cradled ball and watch the shadows fall.

You see the smiles, the paintings of laughter. 
I see a bottomless pit while my world spins faster.

I wish I could run far away 
and that everyone would just fade away.

I can’t leave, wish I could. I can’t run from my fears.
You won’t hear my silent screams and you’re blind to my invisible tears.

If only you could step into my shoes, for just one day.
Feel the knives that claw and see my darkness that washes light away.

Even then you couldn’t – wouldn’t understand.
When you take off my shoes, your mood will vanish and life goes back to being grand.

 

black

 

 

Chester Bennington, the front man for Linkin Park, business guru, husband and father of six, took his own life on June 20th, 2017.

Many are asking, what would make a person who has that life, fame, fortune, love and talent like that take his own life. His suicide has rocked not just the music world but fans globally are mourning the loss of this amazing, soft-spoken warm-hearted man.

Chester was just one of millions of people of all ages, sex and creed that suffer from depression.

Sadly creative people, writers, musicians, actors, singers, artists are more prone to suffer from depression. If you know anyone, and author, a singer, ask if they get depressed? Ask if they suffer from depression. You will be shocked by the results.

I have suffered from depression since I was a teen. I have been on antidepressants seen therapists and yes, even felt suicidal.

I understand how he felt inside and why he did what he did. It wouldn’t have mattered if he had family and friends watching him and showering him love. It was never about outside forces.
It was the demons in his head telling him he was worthless, that no one cared and how much better off his family would be without him. When your mind tells you this, you believe it. You believe the lies and your whole emotional state changes because of what your mind is telling you.

 

And if you are one of the lucky ones and you step out of that darkness. You wonder why how you could ever feel that way. And then you go back to life’s routine until it hits again, and again and again. But know this – from wanting to end your life and then actually doing it, can take but minutes seconds and then it’s over!

Depression is caused by a unbalancing of chemicals in the brain. Trigger that with the past and present traumas or stress and you have a time bomb.  Chester was always open about his battle with depression. He screamed his anger in his songs and his darkness and how he felt on the inside came out in the words. And we the fans loved him for it. Because we understood, we resonated with his lyrics. Being alone, being bullied, feeling like you were invisible, and mental and physical abuse. He was never ashamed and spoke openly about his depression and wanting to end it all.

I truly feel his music has helped and probably saved lives because they knew they were no longer alone.

Sadly, nothing could have prevented the inevitable. the suffocation and despair were too much for Chester, and for many others.

I am having a bad time of late and you would think that anyone who was taking three lots of antidepressant would be on a high, rather than a low, but I’m not.  I have a chronic illness and I need a cocktail of drugs just to get my arse out of bed and plant that smile on my face. I’m struggling to get through every day while the voices in my head keep knocking me back down.  I tear up at everything that makes me feel emotion.

A person only has so much strength and right now I’m feeling really weak.

 

 

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