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The Nineteenth Century<br />
to regard Crete as their own country. They had a tag – ‘Me too, my<br />
guts are Cretan’. After the Smyrna disaster the refugees started to pour<br />
in; somehow they were accommodated, and everyone thought that<br />
was the end of the matter.<br />
Then, like a thunderbolt, came the news that t<strong>here</strong> was to be a<br />
complete and compulsory exchange of populations. The Turks and<br />
Christians were staggered – ‘like a couple whose divorce is pronounced<br />
at the very moment when they have buried the hatchet’. The Turks<br />
were being torn away from land and property, from olives, vines and<br />
orchards. ‘From one end of the island to the other the groans of Turks<br />
preparing to leave were heard, mingling with those of the refugees<br />
who had just been uprooted; and one asked oneself what profit could<br />
t<strong>here</strong> be in such distress for the monsters who held human grief at<br />
nothing.’ When the ships arrived to take them away a kind of madness<br />
possessed the Turks; they tore down the shutters from their houses,<br />
ripped off doors and woodwork, intending to take with them these<br />
scraps of their former life. The Greek refugees meanwhile, who were to<br />
occupy these Turkish houses once they were vacated, took fright and<br />
rushed furiously into the Turkish quarter. The militia was called out to<br />
restore order. At last the Turks began to wind down towards the quay<br />
in a long dejected queue. All night they were embarking, and in the<br />
early morning the queue was still t<strong>here</strong>. It was not till about midday<br />
that the steamers hooted, the anchors were weighed, and, as the ships<br />
began to move away, a great cry arose from thousands of Turkish<br />
mouths – ‘Wild and full of entreaty, bitter and menacing, carried by<br />
the wind in great surges to the shore.’<br />
In Heraklion Elliadi watched the Turks kneeling in their cemeteries<br />
before the time came for them to go. One of the transport ships, the<br />
steamer Ujid, was wrecked outside the old Venetian harbour in a gale,<br />
so that many of the Turks had to wait, having packed their things and<br />
worked themselves up for departure, for new transport. Eleven thousand<br />
Muslims left Heraklion alone; thirteen thousand Christian<br />
refugees took their place.<br />
Very few Turks were able to stay. Among those few who did was one<br />
Fatme who worked in the Turkish baths; but then, it turned out that<br />
she was not a Turk at all. She was Madame Hortense, the old French<br />
courtesan, who after her admirals left Crete had spent twelve years in a<br />
brothel in Canea – ‘with those Cretan wild beasts’ – and then become<br />
an honest woman, her past shrouded in mystery, in the baths of<br />
Rethymnon.<br />
With the departure of the Turks a long chapter of Cretan history<br />
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