ΕVRIDIKI AMANATIDOU

ΤHE VOLCANO
WHO GOT
THE SNIFFLES

Illustrations by
ΕVGENIA PAPAIOANNOU
Evridiki Amanatidou lives in Athens,
even when she rests in her own world,
hanging out with her other self, Erilia.
Although she has studied in Law School,
she always preferred playing with
words, paper and pencils. For
argument’s sake, so far, four of her
novels and a children’s theatrical play
“A hat for the professor”, which was
awarded by the Ministry of Culture,
have been published.
Some of her texts can be found in
various websites such as:
www.schooltime.gr, www.deity.gr,
www.mesogios.gr,
www.vivliodeiktis.blogspot.gr,
www.onestory.gr, www.antiepilogou.gr,
www.fresh-magazine.net
She would be glad to meet you all in her
e-homes: http://evriam.blogspot.gr and
http://politeiatiserilias.blogspot.gr or in
www.facebook.com/evridiki.amanatidou
 EVRIDIKI AMANATIDOU

ΤHE VOLCANO
WHO GOT
THE SNIFFLES
Illustrations by
EVGENIA PAPAIOANNOU

Translation from Greek by

JOHN ZERVAS
Evridiki Amanatidou, The volcano who got the sniffles
ISBN: 978-618-5040-14-7
July 2013

Cover, Illustrations:
Evgenia Papaioannou
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Translation from Greek:

John Zervas
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Page layout:
Iraklis Lampadariou
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 Once upon a time there was a country full of quiet, on the same place. It was from that place

volcanos, some big and others small. Most of them that he watched as seasons changed and months

lazed all day, for they were inactive or better yet, went by. Summer would come and the nice heat

sleeping a deep slumber! would make him feel good. It was in autumn when

A volcano of that kind is the one that found its he would get a little moody, watching the tree

way to our story. Let’s call him Sleepy. leaves fall. When winter would arrive he liked it not

Sleepy was a quiet but very lonely volcano. He one bit. It would get cold and the country would

wanted to play, to run and do mischiefs but alas, he become like a frozen desert. Thankfully this would

couldn’t move! His fate was to stay rooted on the pass quickly and spring would pay a visit again.

place he was born. The people, once they realized that Sleepy

For years the area around him was a was a friendly volcano at all times, started to be

desolate and uninhabited place, for the people brave enough and built their homes and households

were afraid of the small volcano, should he ever really close to him. Sleepy was now happy all year

exploded and hot, boiling lava came from within, round.

destroying everything in its path. But this year’s winter was a heavy one and

Sleepy, however, had never even had a the cold was strong. All the people walked bundled

thought of destroying anyone and stayed forever in caps and scarves, most of them having a cold.
 Men, women and children all sneezed and from “You think Sleepy might have woken up?” one
their sniffles and ever more sniffles their noses of them said. “Is Sleepy awake?” another one beside
had become red, like beetroots. him also asked.
Stamatis, a boy of eight also got the sniffles “Oh my, oh my, Sleepy is up!” five or six spoke
and so he would not go to school, and having no in one voice.
choice, he stayed home. Suddenly three sneezes, one after the other,
Bored as he was he sat near the window so he sounded.
could see outside. He was looking for something to “Bless you!” everyone said out of habit.
play with so he began drawing on his breath’s “Thank you!” a rasping voice answered.
imprint on the cold windowpane. Not a long time “Who, who is it?” one shouted and then all
after that he heard a noise as if someone had together.
sneezed really loudly and had coughed even louder. “It is me, Sleepy, the volcano.”
Stamatis squeezed his nose against the “Sleepy… It’s Sleepy!” a frightened whisper
windowpane and looked outside. In the distance, loomed amongst the people.
smoke and rocks flew out of the small volcano. “It’s too cold! Brrr! I have caught a really
“Mom, dad, come quickly!” Stamatis shouted, nasty cold! I got the sniffles!” the volcano said and
half-scared. sneezed once more.
Within moments many people had gathered “Bless you!” the people spoke again.
outside the house, each speaking his own mind. “What a mess! I have no mom to take care of
me!” the volcano whimpered.
 “We must do something!” the mayor said. “We The small volcano obeyed, whether he wanted
should call for a doctor. It or not, thinking that spring was due to arrive
After a while the doctor came. He paid the shortly. His cold would go away and he could
patient a visit, wearing a helmet on his head, for breathe again freely.
the volcano hurled rocks with every sneeze. And the days passed, but Sleepy’s cold
The doctor had a giant thermometer dipped persisted. He sneezed and rocks would roll out! He
down, inside the crater and took Sleepy’s would cough and houses would shake as if an
temperature. earthquake had stricken.
“Too high! The patient has a fever, one Everyone was tremendously worried. Many
hundred forty and a half!” He mumbled, shaking his houses had cracks and others roof tiles missing.
head. The pharmacy’s syrup supply was exhausted and
He wrote a prescription at once and ten every two days, trucks from the city would bring
nurses saw to it. They carried the pharmacy’s more.
entire stock in syrup, put it in kettles and emptied Stamatis, who in the meantime had become
it inside Sleepy’s crater. healthy as a spring chicken, saw Sleepy who would
“Nasty!” he grumped, for he did not like the not get better and he was sad. So he put some
syrup’s taste. thought into it and then some more, until an idea
“Silence, for it will do you good!” in one voice came to his head.
the ten nurses spoke.
 It was Saturday, not a school day. He dressed The next day, Stamatis brought another book
in warm clothes and went out, holding his favorite with him and did the same on Monday, after school.
book. He climbed up to the volcano and sat on a big His friends accompanied him so they would pay a
rock. visit to the sick volcano.
“Hello to you Sleepy! My name is Stamatis!” he Altogether, the new friends, the readings and
introduced himself to the small volcano. the syrup, made Sleepy get better at last, until his
“Hello to you as well!” he answered raspingly. cold had passed completely. He would not sneeze
“You know I was sick too but now I am fine! Do and he would not cough and no one was in danger
you want me to keep you company?” Stamatis anymore. The missing tiles got repaired and the wall
asked. cracks got mended.
“Do I ever!” Everyone gathered outside the community so
So Stamatis made himself comfortable, opened they would thank the doctor for curing Sleepy. The
his book and started reading out loud a story of mayor gave a big speech regarding health and its
knights and dragons. importance. No one from the grownups understood
“Oh boy, how nice!” Sleepy said excited and that the real reason for Sleepy’s health was the
neither of them both ever understood how fast the company of friends. Everyone was watching with
book was over! their mouths open, as it is fit in such occasions and
clapped in enthusiasm.
 Everyone? Hmm…. Not quite! Stamatis and his
friends had carried ornaments and sweets,
streamers and biscuits, juicy oranges and shiny
apples and had their own celebration along with
Sleepy. They surely had a great time, a better one
than that of the grownups.
And in the deepest winter, until the sunset,
around that big, merry party, spring had come
earlier. After all, it is always spring for those who
have it in their hearts.
 Erilia returns from Sleepy’s homeland

Brrr, it is cold! I’ve just returned from the celebration for

Sleepy. Oh, was it warm there, near him. This is a chance for you to
have your own celebration, all my little friends together, how nice!
How? What will we do there? But of course, we will tangle
with volcanoes for a short while. We can make our own volcano
with lots and lots of play dough. And may I tell you my secret?
Whenever I am around play dough the first thing I am going to do is
to mix two or three colors and then mould them and see what the
new color looks like. So let’s all make our own Sleepy and of course
we can add small pieces of cloth so Sleepy can become the most
beautiful volcano! We can make eyes, a nose and a mouth for him
and have him make grimaces just like Evgenia drew him in the
story pictures.
We can print our own photographs from volcanoes all
around the world. Do you know about the volcano of Santorini
island or about the volcano of Nissiros island? I was just informed
that each year in Santorini, in August, the people have a
celebration with fireworks in order to represent their own
volcano’s explosion.
And what’s next? We can make our own song which will be
called “Friends of Sleepy” and dance like Indians or as we like.
Because we dance to cheer ourselves up.
I am going now as well to find a tune that is fit for the dance
I have in mind. Unless of course you find it first! If so I better go
and make a very funny hat and prepare myself for the celebration.

Εrilia
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 Evgenia Papaioannou was born in
Kavala in 1982. She studied painting in
Vakalo Art & Design College in Athens
from 2000 to 2003 (Painting,
Scenography, Costume design, Art
History, Art Theory, Sculpture,
Graphic Art, Engraving). Then, she
studied fashion design in Veloudakis
Art School in Athens from 2004 to
2006 (Fashion design, Pattern, Textile,
Costume History, Aesthetics, Styling).
She speaks English and French. She
has been taking ICT classes and
st
photography training courses (1
European Award, Isle of
Wight,UK,1996).
She works in the field of fashion magazines as a stylist:
Harper's Bazaar, KLIK, Gynaika, BHMAdonna, CELEBRITY, Pink
Woman, Icons traveller's, STYLE FAQ. She cooperates with fashion
designers and she edits fashion shows, video clips and shops’
windows. She used to be the Head of a twenty-member backstage
nd
team of the 2 Greek Fashion Week in Zappio, as well as the
habilleuse in many fashion shows in the context of of Greek
Fashion Weeks in Athens. She is also an associate to the clothing
company P&R Fashion (Anna Riska), as a fashion designer.
She has joined in many collective painting exhibitions in
st
Athens and in Kavala, as well as in the 1 Athens Fringe Festival,
in Technopolis, Gazi. In June 2011, she performed her first
personal painting exhibition in the Municipal Tobacco Warehouse in
Kavala and she also presented her exhibition in the Filippi-Thasos
Festival.
She has been creating handmade bags and accessories
since 2008. The American website “Handbag Designer 101”,
announced Evgenia Papaioannou as the “Designer of the day”,
presenting her winter collection of handmade bags (November
2011).
She teaches both children and adults to paint.
“Sleepy has the sniffles.”
“It’s alright, it will pass! It’s only a cold!”
“But Sleepy is not a human.”
“What is he then?”
“He is a volcano!”
“Well I’ll be! Do volcanoes get the
sniffles as well?”
An allegoric story about an adorable
kid and the need we all have for a good
company, a strong friendship. Also
about the beauty that spreads all
around when coming from a kind heart.

ISBN: 978-618-5040-14-7
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