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The Neolithic Caves Museum near Aeropli

Just a note. The movie documents the museum and the journey back to Kardamili that takes three buses. The time lapse is in the town of Itilo. The tower is at Arepoli and it defies space. I say this because when you walk towards it you think it's perhaps more than a kilometre away. Suddenly you arrive after 200 meters. I figured it out, I think. The top section is fanned out so it's slightly bigger. What this causes is to flatten it out perspectively so it appears at a shallower angle making it appear further away. Please comment. At the end is where I swim to every day. As far as I know it has no name.

Below is also my encounter with the museum staff. A rather confronting affair all round.

I'd advise anywon interested to pause the movie on particular frames. For instance I have included the information panles from the museum.

Invade the Peloponese

Down the coast from Kardimli are some caves that are renowned as being the site of the earliest recorded Neolithic settlement in Europe. (well for now it seems that the team of archaeologist I was working with in Karavaca De La Cuuze in Spain will push this further back. More on that when I sort through the amazing material I got there. It was just too much to digest in this format, but I'll give it a go soon) Of great interest to me was the Neolithic museum attached to the caves. Without a car it takes three busses to get there. Each connection involves a wait and so the entire journey takes nearly three hours to cover 60k. I really wanted to have a look and make contact if possible so I could arrange an interview the next year.
The museum was a fairly small building but I expected something of the like.  It was only 2 euros to enter and I thought I’d better to a pretty extensive coverage, as I wanted to know what kind of animation I might be able to undertake once the necessary permission was given.
I started at the beginning and recorded the most interesting objects in as much detail as I could achieve. With the big collections of broken pottery I took a single frame of each object. I was half way through the only room open to the public when the guard came in and noticed I was holding a video camera. He was pretty clear that I was not to film. I in fact use a video camera but was only using it as a still camera taking single shots in sequence. Really this is somewhat of an unintentional ruse as I’m really making video of sorts anyway. But it remained the fact that I was not shooting video. I had to really insist that it was ok and put the camera on playback and clicked through the frames. He remained agitated and I walked out seeking the intervention of someone in the office behind. Somehow in his frustration he got someone from inside. It happened to be an archaeologist from the dig that was going on in one of the many cave sites. She explained that the guards really get a bit edgy and somewhat possessive. It was fine to take photos but it I was not to photograph everything. This did put me in a strange position of having permission but to hold back at some point. Her last words as she quickly disappeared were really if possible don’t photo everything but go ahead and do what you like if you have to. I was even more confused now but I understood that although she had authority it was not an absolute authority.
I went ahead a bit nervously. The guard now made regular inspection stops checking up on how long I was taking and therefore how much I was taking. My intuition was that too many outsiders had plundered Greek for too long and now things were different. I had overheard a comment in the National Archaeological Museum to that effect referring to the theft of much of the Athens’s marble.

Anyway I did as much as I barely needed knowing that I would have taken more but the very word taken took on new meaning. I was heading out the door when I thought it would be good to get the email address of the archaeologist I spoke to earlier. I approached the guard and made hand gestures and pointing to the door where the woman had emerged. This also I noticed, as someone exited at that exact moment, was a whole other room full of exhibits. No he inferred this room was closed. No I insisted not the room but the woman I spoke to earlier. Now a couple more people came. The troublesome English person was wanting even more, when is enough enough. (Of course I really had no idea of what was being said or really what they thought, but if not that I don’t know what else) No he said many things that all amounted to no. He yelled into the door and I thought at last. But out from the door stepped a small woman in an aprion. The aprion was decorated with a cute plate, knife and fork; she was the cook. Nothing can describe her look, no description dark enough, piercing enough or stony enough. She tilted the top of her head back and muttered something, looking like she was inspecting at a nasty insect just as it was about to be splattered. I was instantly fascinated however but almost as quickly as her mutters were coming out the archaeologist came through the door. I explained what I was after and a brief description of what my project had become.  Which is that I researching an animated documentary on the shift in thinking from the deification of the landscape to the invention of a measured space that was seen as a resource. Al was good I would email her and we would see what would happen as I underwent the difficult process of getting permission to film in Greece. As she was leaving I noticed the cook was still staring at me and seemingly curing the ground upon which I stood. “Is anything the matter” I said looking at the cook. “Oh don’t worry about it, it’s nothing” With that she disappeared. The cook was now narrowing her eyes muttering things to her companions. I looked straight at her and said “Yeah you’re pretty cute as well”  Her mouth dropped what was this maggot daring to talk back to me.  She began to circle her hands aching to have a knife. Several invading armies never captured this area of Greece. They are renowned as fierce fighters. Tough independent folk who don’t take any, and I mean any shit. I just couldn’t care less I sat down in the gutter and waited for my companions to return from the cave tour.
The last I saw of the cook was someone stroking her shoulder as she had had nothing to console her in the form Englisher’s fear.

I will never really know what the hell all that was about. For my money however whatever the content of so much hostility I will never try to invade the Peloponese.