Revolution?: What Is Wrong with America?

By Dino Hatzopoulos

Facts and events of my life were used to write this book. It starts with my autobiography and the events that unfolded starting at the tender age of four years old. I went through two warsthe Second World War and the Civil War. Hundreds of events took place that had an effect in my upbringing away from my mother. Well, you would need to read the book to see how devastating those events were. At the age of twenty-one, I was called to serve in the Greek army; that was in 1963. Seven months later, I left Greece for better opportunities.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524579050

Dino Hatzopoulos

My name is Dino Hatzopoulos and I was born in Greece in a small Village by the name Velesiotes, in 1942. At the age of 6 years old I was taken to an Orphanage where I stayed for eight years, because my Father was killed during the civil war and my Mother did not have the financial ability to take care of her five kids

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Part One

The year 2007 was the year when a strange and a strong feeling was burning inside me, stubborn enough to find a small corner in my mind and it has been leaving there ever since. I did not pay much attention for a while, quite few years I may add, but the feeling was very strong and it was getting stronger as the time was going by, but I never thought that this feeling would guide me and compel me to write about it.

Time was going by, rather quickly and I thought about it very much to do it and how to do it.

How could I express my feelings and whatever I would have to write was going to reflect my true feelings and solely my personal opinion?

One thing that I was concerned about was the fact that I didn’t want people of this Nation to believe that I merely write this book to have a platform and instigate certain events, which would lead to unrest.

On the contrary, the unrest would happen not from me writing this book, and nor from the mass, but unfortunately our law makers would be the ones, who would push this Nation into the abyss.

This feeling has never left me and is as strong as when I first felt it.

This is a feeling that something horrible may or will happen to this Mighty Country. When would this happen?

I wished I knew and I do not have the answer precisely, but it will happen; ten, fifteen or twenty years from now there will be a Revolution and no one has been talking about it.

I am sure there will be quite few people who will dismiss the belief that something like this will ever happen. There is no doubt in my mind that people will say that this is a crazy thought and anything like this will never take place in this mighty Nation. Well, wait…

You do not need to go far…just look around you, see and hear what is going on in this Country.

Just see what people in power are saying and what they are going to do to stay in power. Do you think that a common person would be able to stop them? Power my friends is so powerful and sweet that these law makers wouldn’t even realize that their actions were going to lead this great Nation to its knees! Please do not be puzzled my friends…do not look ahead…look in the past and see what the History has to offer.

History is full of examples of people, who wanted power; they grabbed it and a short while later their Nation was pushed into the abyss and the destruction was total!

Obviously they were blind to see that their actions were creating…havoc!

All these, for a few who wanted to have hold of power and the hell for the citizens of that Nation, who would like to live in harmony, raise families and see their children prosper and become valuable members of the society!

This is the reason that I was compelled to write this book and I would try to explain and point to several reasons and events that would justify why this is going to happen.

Please, do not be naïve…; there is not any untrue statement concealed in this type of thinking.

We cannot change the History’s path and as you know…History repeats itself; unfairly or not, nobody can stop that, we can only delay that and watch the inevitable. Shouldn’t we learn from past history? Why we become completely numb and ignorant of what past history has taught us? We can always avoid doing certain thinks and avoid repeating the negative effects of past history.

But before I continue, I must put things in prospective, just to make my readers understand why I came to this decision.

Part Two

I am an old man. I was born in a small Village in Greece, by the name Velessiotes, of approximately two to three hundred families, at that time and they all knew each other.

There is a Rail Road, going through, above the Village, on the side of the hill, meeting several other small Villages on the way to its destination. Leaving the small Rail Station and going dawn hill the first building you would meet is Saint Paraskevi’s Church.

The Bell Tower is the tallest structure and stands as a Guardian Angel, protecting the small Village.

On the top of the bell tower, when spring arrives, there is always a couple of Crain building their nest adding to the Village’s population.

From there you can look over the whole Village and from where the last house stands you can look as far as your eyes can allow you to see and that is where the Valley of Thessaly, the largest Valley in Greece, starts.

One would think that harmony existed between the Villagers, at all time and life was going smoothly.

Yes, life in the Village was uneventful and people were happy with their simple living, but there was always hanging over their heads the most powerful word in existence and that is the word ideology.

When that word would start taking its rounds, you could see the tension and was always a matter of a dramatic event, which would cost sensitive nerves to flare up and create suspicion, even amongst family members. For as long as the fight was for common cause, then every Villager would support each other (Second World War).

If the event was political, especially (Civil War), then God help you; you were at the will of everyone!

My Mother was the source of this situation, which existed in our Village, as well as other Villages nearby.

I lost my Father when I was approximately seven years old.

I do not remember my father; because he was always away fighting for some cause or ideology. We went through the Second World War and then the Civil war.

Both wars were devastating for many Greeks and of course for me and my family.

The loss of my Father created a severe financial problem for my Mother and her children.

She had five mouths to feed and three of us, the oldest; were sending to an orphanage, because of her financial inability to take care of us.

I went around to a total of four orphanages and spend eight years away from my Mother and my two siblings, brother and sister.

We were lucky to go to the Orphanages that were under the protection of the Queen Fredericka. If at that time we did not have moved to Athens and had stay in the country side, we would have been taken outside of Greece in countries such as Yugoslavia, Rumania, and Bulgaria, Albania, Czechoslovakia or other countries that were under the Soviet Union block, then. Twenty eight thousand kids were taken from their parents and when the civil war ended, only few thousand kids came back to their Country and their parents. I have to mention that these kids, and most of the time, they were escorted by one or two twelve year old girls, per group all the way to these countries, by foot or Mules, traveling mostly by night and hiding during the day to avoid the continuing bombardment, by the County’s Air Force. My Mother’s eldest brother, alone with other Greek adults, men and women were taking by force and ended up in Taskend, a very rough city of the Soviet Union. He was able to come back to Greece on May 1st, 1960, after of so many years trying to expatriate from the Soviet Union. Because he had left Greece against his will, when he came back he was given his old position in the National Greek Rail Road.

I was thirteen years old when I first met my younger brother and sister.

Anyone who has ever witnessed a war first hand can tell you how brutal and unforgiving the war is.

I supposed, people who had never gone through a war, can have an opinion only, but cannot even imagine the horror a war can bring. The war does not discriminate against anyone. Living in a small Village and especially during in a time of peace and prosperity, Villagers get along well with