— Was Mahaíras a rebel?
— A rebel. A kapetánios.
— And he wanted to make fake IDs?
— To get them approved. So they could come down. But I caught on to him.
— Vanghélis Mahaíras the lawyer?
— No, Mahaíras is dead. He died. Kapetán Mahaíras. Vanghélis was from Bertsová. The other man was from Stríngos. A kapetánios. Mahaíras was his code name. Just like our Kapetán Foúrias. I arrest him down at the Palládio. There was once a gas station there, belonged to Zoúzoulas. So I find him there. I recognize him. I arrest him, I was ready to kill him of course.
— And he left.
— He didn’t leave. I had one bullet, I fired it, it didn’t go off. I shout, Shoot him, to Konstantakópoulos. They start chasing him, he goes into Papadákos’s pharmacy. In the back, where the National Bank is now. It was a basement.
— Yes.
— So he hides in there, they went and killed him. And they found the identity cards on him.
— Did you know him?
— I knew him. He was in the detention camp with us. A kapetánios.
— I see.
— And when I saw him in Trípolis I almost fell over. A big hulk of a man. I grab him, I couldn’t hold onto him. He gets away from me. I could hardly stand — could barely stand on my feet. Mímis Athanasiádis had given me a pair of sandals, with holes. With rubber underneath. I couldn’t wear anything else.
— What time of year was it then, April?
— Not April. Almost March. And in March, on March 15, the Battalions were formed. I went and joined up. I found Yiánnis Theodorélos. And Koïtsános. And someone called Batíris, last name Yiannoulópoulos. And we went around together, we had our little group.
— Theodorélos from Trípolis?
— A native of Leonídio. They had killed all his brothers. All of them. Yiánnis Theodorélos. He’s alive today, he married a woman from Dolianá. His house was burned down, he was from Leonídio. Those men were always on the run. We had our little group and we trusted each other. And we still do. I arrest someone called Kapetán Trákas from Tsipianá. At Kambás’s factory. In the plains of Miliá. They’d gone to sleep drunk. Him, someone named Kókkinos, and another man from Tsipianá. The three of them. Some old lady told me about them.
— Were they armed?
— They were armed. When I see him, that Trákas tells me, Do you have my gun? I tell him, I have it, you son of a bitch. Kapetán Yiórghis Trákas. A handsome fellow, he’s back and forth to America now. He lives in Tsipianá and he has land in Spiliá. He’s bought lots of land.
— But you captured them then.
— We captured them. I hit the ground. I couldn’t alert my men.
— Were there other rebels there?
— No. My men were spread out, I couldn’t call them. There was a pear tree and they’d had so much ouzo they were out cold. An old woman tells me, Look down there, boy, there are the rebels. Where? I ask her. Down there, in that ditch. Go and hide. I tell her, What are you talking about? Well, I couldn’t call out. And as they lay there asleep, I go up quietly with my knife and cut the strap of the automatic rifle. He had a German Steyr, Kapetán Trákas. I take it, I take the other man’s gun too. I start kicking them. Kicking them so they’ll wake up. That’s how drunk they were. We brought them to Trípolis tied up. All tied up. And Trákas kept telling me, Please save me and you’ll see how grateful I’ll be. I got him off. And I had him with me after that. And we were friends from then on. The other one, Kókkinos, was a die-hard Communist. But somehow he got off too, he made it up until the Liberation. And he was court-martialed later on. Behrákis was the judge. Same judge who pronounced about Kraterós, Velissáris, and the rest. Behrákis. And Yiórghis Stasinópoulos. Military judges. There was no chance they’d give them anything but the death penalty. No reason not to. And he wouldn’t have gotten off leniently, he had too much against him. But he didn’t say a word. I gambled, Your Honor, and I lost. Now I have to pay. That’s all. And we went on from there. And on the fifteenth, no the twelfth of October, when the Germans left, they sent me to Spétses. Toward the end.
— Of October.
— Yes.
— When did they arrest Panayótis?
— In May or in June. I don’t remember. They arrested him because of me. Because I was active in the Battalions. And on July 29 they killed him. I told you that before.
— Who found him?
— I did. I went up there. Found him dead. We put him up on the mule, in some sacks. And we brought him back.
— Who sent word to you?
— We were there. We’d been on a raid. We’d come out on the top side of Ayiánnis. We were walking up ahead. Six or seven of us. We sat down near a ravine, we had a smoke. I drank some water.
— At night?
— At night. I drank some water, I had some pills the Germans had given us for thirst. We started off. We went up there. A young shepherd tells us, They just killed six men. Right there. We had heard the rifle shots. Hey, I tell him, where was that? In the ravine. In Tóurkos. Across from Ayios Vasíleios.
— Were you in Ayios Vasíleios?
— No, we were going through Ayiánnis.
— And where did you go?
— We got as far as Karyés, just outside.
— Just outside Karyés.
— Karyés. At the monastery. At Ayios Nikólaos. We go there, we find the well. Here’s where they had them, he tells us.
— At the monastery?
— No. Some ways from there. An hour away. Near the mountains of Toúrkos. If we hadn’t stopped for a smoke we would have got there when they were still alive. That’s how unlucky I was. So we went up there. The shepherd tells us, There, in the ravine. We go down to the ravine, on the left side, nothing. We keep going on the other side. And we find them right where the ravine ends and branches out. Dead.
— How many of them were there?
— Six. My brother Panayótis, and Maraskés, two. Themistoklís Anagnostákos, Braílas’s mother, and a man from Trípolis.
— Had Kalabákas left?
— He had.
— He got away.
— Yes, he got away.
— How did Kalabákas get away?
— He must have made some dirty deal. To get away like that. He hid under the Braílas woman’s skirts, what nonsense. Such things don’t happen. It’s not possible.