The destruction of the real Corfu

Until last month, my house was surrounded on four sides by olive groves. Now, there are olive trees on three sides. On the fourth, a building site. The Greek proverb is: To cut down an olive tree is like killing a man. If so, then last month a mass murderer committed a chainsaw massacre to make way for four holiday apartments.

I chose my house - a standard 1970s bungalow - precisely because it had no "view" except the trees. I made this decision because, as a writer, I don't want the distraction of a sea view, especially one as provocative as the distant coastline of Albania, from where I live in the north of Corfu.
And the holidaymakers who will become my transient neighbors will have precisely that view: trees. No sea, no beach, no picturesque mountains or valleys. Just trees.
And that is not the only disturbing development in this quiet, modest, uncommercial...