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Cretan Festoon (Zerynthia cretica) a rare butterfly endemic in Crete on a scabiosa flower from my garden
i am back from crete with new flickria. At first this wonderful species from the cretan highlands. Zerynthia cerisy cretica
After a very sunny and hot day...swimming in the sea,at this stunning beaches there , capturing a beautiful sunset...calmness and alone!!!!
During the Cretan revolt in 1866, 943 Greeks, mostly women and children, sought refuge in the monastery. After three days of battle and under orders from the hegumen (abbot) of the monastery, the Cretans blew up barrels of gunpowder, choosing to sacrifice themselves rather than surrender.
The monastery became a national sanctuary in honor of the Cretan resistance. The explosion did not end the Cretan insurrection, but it attracted the attention of the rest of the world.
This is how Giuseppe Garibaldi, the Italian general and politician and one of the founders of modern Italy described the siege in his letters..
"One knows this word, Arkadian, but one hardly understands what it means. And here are some of the precise details that have been neglected. In Arkadia, the monastery on Mount Ida, founded by Heraclius, six thousand Turks attacked one hundred ninety-seven men and three hundred forty-three women and also children. The Turks had twenty-six cannons and two howitzers, the Greeks had two hundred forty rifles. The battle lasted two days and two nights; the convent had twelve hundred holes found in it from cannon fire; one wall crumbled, the Turks entered, the Greeks continued the fight, one hundred fifty rifles were down and out and yet the struggle continued for another six hours in the cells and the stairways, and at the end there were two thousand corpses in the courtyard. Finally the last resistance was broken through; the masses of the Turks took the convent. There only remained one barricaded room that held the powder and, in this room, next to the altar, at the center of a group of children and mothers, a man of eighty years, a priest, the hegumen Gabriel, in prayer...the door, battered by axes, gave and fell. The old man put a candle on the altar, took a look at the children and the women and lit the powder and spared them. A terrible intervention, the explosion, rescued the defeated...and this heroic monastery, that had been defended like a fortress, ended like a volcano."
This is the room how it survived after that explosion.