Addional information on Abbas Khider
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“You have to travel <strong>on</strong> your own by train. Our lorry w<strong>on</strong>’t come for another three to five days at least<br />
and you w<strong>on</strong>’t last that l<strong>on</strong>g. In three days’ time you’ll be a dead man. I’ll buy you a ticket and then<br />
you can travel to Athens by train. When you arrive, you’ll be saved. And if the police catch you, you’ll<br />
be saved too because they’ll take you to hospital.”<br />
I agreed. A Kurd named Imad said he’d had enough and he wanted to come with me. Shortly before<br />
midday our smuggler arrived with a car being driven by a Greek. The smuggler gave us both tickets<br />
and explained to us that the Greek would take us to the stati<strong>on</strong>.<br />
We shaved and put clean clothes <strong>on</strong>, clothes that every refugee has in his rucksack for such<br />
occasi<strong>on</strong>s. Then we got in the car. The Greek didn’t say a word. He drove us through a small town<br />
and then stopped next to a low building, <strong>on</strong> which there was a sign saying : “Xanti Stati<strong>on</strong>”. He left<br />
straight away. Two minutes later he came back and accompanied us to the platform. Five minutes<br />
later we got into the train and he said good bye with a quick “Yassu – Bye!”<br />
The train travelled <strong>on</strong>. After a while the ticket inspector came up and checked our tickets. He said:<br />
“Passport.”<br />
I said: “No.”<br />
He brought us right to the fr<strong>on</strong>t of the train, near the engine and tried to make us understand that<br />
we should wait there for him. He went into the driver’s compartment and picked up the teleph<strong>on</strong>e.<br />
Imad and I looked at each other and didn’t make a sound. Of course, we understood what this meant<br />
for us. The train began to travel more slowly. There seemed to be a small town nearby. The inspector<br />
came back out of the driver‘s compartment and took us towards the middle of the train. The train<br />
stopped, the doors opened and passengers got off. Imad looked at me and whispered: “No police.”<br />
Without hesitating we jumped out of the train and ran down the street. It was dark and no-<strong>on</strong>e<br />
followed us.<br />
We ran as far as a large park. There were lots of people there, eating or chatting.<br />
“Man, it’s just like in an acti<strong>on</strong> film!” Imad grinned.<br />
“Yes, you’re right, an acti<strong>on</strong> film based <strong>on</strong> a true story.”<br />
Fortunately, I wasn’t under any pain, bearing in mind there was a bullet in my body. We spent our<br />
time in the park observing people in the street and admiring the beautiful Greek women. Time went<br />
by quickly and we didn’t really know what we should do. In the park I spoke to a young lad, who had<br />
a bottle of beer and some peanuts beside him.<br />
“Hello, can you help me? I would like a ticket to Athens. I have m<strong>on</strong>ey. Can you buy for me?”<br />
Exactly where we were and the name of the town was at this point of no interest to us. I was always<br />
of the opini<strong>on</strong> that we were in Kavala. However, as I learnt years later, there are no trains and<br />
therefore no stati<strong>on</strong> there. In fact, we were in Drama. You could hardly have found a name that<br />
better suited our predicament.<br />
My English wasn’t great, but the young Greek’s English wasn‘t much better. However, he gave the<br />
impressi<strong>on</strong> that he was enjoying our little c<strong>on</strong>versati<strong>on</strong>. And so it seemed that our tragic drama in<br />
Drama had found a soluti<strong>on</strong>. I told the Greek that we were Iraqis and didn’t want to buy our tickets<br />
ourselves. He accompanied us to a small park next to the stati<strong>on</strong> building. Then he went in al<strong>on</strong>e. A<br />
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