my life. We’d meet on the stairs, hug each other, and start crying. At any rate. A few days later they came to get me. They took me to the station to leave for Trípolis. I arrive in Corinth. There I run into the Yiannoúlis brothers. Yiánnis and Yiórgos. By chance. Where are you going, Christina? Well, here’s the story. To Trípolis. Don’t go to Trípolis because the other side will haul you in again. Go to Athens. I was in Corinth now. I say, I have no money. Yiánnis went and got me a ticket, he sent me back. Don’t go down to Trípolis, they’ll put you in jail again. I arrived in Athens, I went to some relatives. On Notará Street, near the museum. Yiánnis, my cousin Christina Támbaris’s husband, came and got me from there. We went to Kifisiá. Márkos was there in Kifisiá. He tells me, The Germans have capitulated. And Eléni’s getting out on Wednesday. Is this true? Yes, it’s true. What’s happening in Trípolis? I’ve been in touch, everyone’s fine, we survived. That put my mind at rest. I went and lay down. They gave me some bedding and I slept. I didn’t get up for a week. They’d come and check to see if I was breathing. Come have something to eat. I don’t want to. And I’d fall back asleep.