Greek Influence On Australian Culture

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I always thought I knew the true me. I am Greek, I’ve never known any better. I was always referred to as being “Greek” not a Greek in Australia, but only a Greek. I didn’t mind that at all, I thought that this title was meaningful; it brought depth to who I was. The others around me always asked me about my culture and traditions. I was considered special because of my differences. I was born in Australia and so were my parents, yet I felt this close connection to a country I had never been to. It wasn’t only within my family I felt an influence, I felt in in the streets in Melbourne, in the restaurants and shops. Greek Australians have become an established member of Australian society and have had a major influence on the development …show more content…

I was considered the “Greek” of my school. I was the different but the interesting one. I learnt of my culture from birth, it has always been the most important part of me. Yet, my perception was quickly altered when I spent three months in Greece. I travelled and visited my extended family I had only heard of in the stories I was told. I met so many new people, so many of them changing my perception of whom I was. Maybe I wasn’t “Greek enough”, maybe these people who had been born in Greece were “more Greek” than me. It was different, simple. I lived in the home of my Yiayia and Pappou, a flat roof, three-bedrooms with a small kitchen. No comfortable couch like back at home here it was the simple life. I thought my Greek was passable but I guess I was wrong. There were many times I struggled to find my way, but my grandparents able to navigate their way with ease. I thought I knew my culture, turns out I was wrong. Until I travelled I saw my grandparents as migrants from another country, living in a country that wasn’t their own, I witnessed the lives they would have had if they remained. I expected ‘Greece Greeks’ to be exactly like my parents, but it was very different. I didn’t feel the same connection that I felt back when I was home. Here I was in a country I spoke the language, where my grand parents were born and where my culture’ came from, yet I saw myself as the

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