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Return to Asi Gonia<br />
others who are with us. ‘In war it is the best who are killed, ‘‘the brave<br />
ones of the world” . . . . ’<br />
George says, ‘When I was in London I heard a piece of Byzantine<br />
folk music from Mt Athos; the oldest they’ve ever found.’<br />
George went to London three years ago as one of the two Greeks<br />
invited to a grand Reunion of Resistance heroes who had helped the<br />
allies.<br />
‘How many days were you t<strong>here</strong>, George?’<br />
‘Four.’<br />
‘And of those four, how many did it rain?’<br />
‘Po po po ! All four.’<br />
‘Did you like the English food ?’<br />
‘W<strong>here</strong>ver I am, I always like the food.’ His eyes go watery. The<br />
abstracted look comes over his face. ‘But our food was special. We were<br />
official guests. We went to a dinner at a big hotel – what’s it called ? –<br />
Claridges? – and do you know?’ (for the benefit of the others) ‘They<br />
start the meal with melon and you eat it with a spoon.’<br />
‘We don’t often get melon in England,’ I said.<br />
‘We had it every day,’ he says firmly. ‘They’d invited all the ambassadors<br />
from all the countries represented at the Reunion, and t<strong>here</strong><br />
were flags for each country put out on the table. I thought the Greek<br />
flag was to show us w<strong>here</strong> to sit and I was just going over t<strong>here</strong> to sit<br />
down with my Greek friend when,’ he begins to laugh, ‘the Greek<br />
ambassador, Mr Sepheris the poet, sits down t<strong>here</strong>. And t<strong>here</strong> was a<br />
man all dressed up, with a big hammer, and BAM BAM BAM he bangs<br />
this hammer and someone gets up and makes a speech. It was happening<br />
all the time, speeches, speeches. We just ate.’<br />
George has become the village story teller.<br />
‘What about the rain?’ says Pavlos. ‘It was summer, wasn’t it?’<br />
‘Yes. The next day we went to a “Garden Party” at Buckingham<br />
Palace to meet the Queen. T<strong>here</strong> was I looking round me, expecting<br />
a being different from other beings, and then in she comes followed by a<br />
lot of ladies and everyone is looking at them and I have to ask, “Which<br />
is the Queen ?” because they’re all the same to me. Then a cloud comes<br />
up and brrr! – it rains. The Queen is all right, someone holds an<br />
umbrella over her. So I run up to some lady and say “Excuzz me, can<br />
I stand under your umbrella please?” Then of course the rain stops.’<br />
Darkness falls. Click click of worry beads. The women still plod down<br />
the street carrying their water jars. The clocks have stopped <strong>here</strong>.<br />
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