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—And you, how did you walk?

—On my knees. I'd drag myself along. I had a shirt, I folded it and wrapped it in some old rags from the olive press in Háradros. I tied them together. And I'd drag myself along from side to side. On my knees. We came to Galtená. Dimítrios Bíris brings an order from Kapetán Achilléas. From Zisiádis. That no-good Bulgarian.
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—Zisiádis?

—Yes. He was an engineer at the Agricultural Bank. In Trípolis. The order was to execute the whole detention camp. Both camps. They brought the order at eleven at night. Anyone who can't keep pace with us, step outside. Then Nikoláou comes over. He says, Iraklís, they're going to kill us. They had beaten him badly too. On his legs. Mítsos Hasánis comes over. He says, Don't say you can't go along. Then I go outside. Kléarhos and I were relatives of sorts, koumbároi. Through Manólis, God rest his soul. Manólis Aryiríou. In 1936, when Kléarhos was out and reporting regularly to the police. Under Metaxás. I had taken care of things for him then. In 1937 I joined the army. And he was still reporting to the police. In Galtená I tell him, Listen, koumbáros.

—Was Kléarhos Manólis's brother?

—No, his cousin. Kléarhos's brothers were Kóstas, who they called Kraterós, and Panayótis. Koumbáros, I tell him in Galtená. He tells me, If you can't walk, have a look at this. He pulls a French
double-edged knife on me. He tells me, I'm not wasting any bullets on you. With a silver handle. I have it at home.

—How did you get it?

—He threw it away in Mávri Trýpa. Or he dropped it, I don't know. I found it. As soon as the order came they sent us to Galtená. They take us to Ayiórghis. In Ayiórghis I was dying of thirst. Stávros Koutsoyiánnis comes over. I say, Old fellow, give me a little water. He gave me a pitcher of wine, and I drank it without realizing it was wine. That's how parched I was. I didn't realize what it was. And I went off a way and sat down. And it hit me.

—Was Yiánnis Dránias with you there?

—He was with us. Yiánnis Dránias, Xinós, Hayiázos, and Chrístos Bekáris.

—Which Xinós?

—The one from Eleohóri. He died. And Chrístos Moúntros. He died too.

—Because Dránias doesn't remember you.

—No, Dránias didn't come with us. When we went to Eleohóri. When the Germans arrested us. He was in hiding. He stayed behind, and he went into hiding. We gave ourselves up to the Germans. Me and Liás Karzís and another man from Dolianá who works at the hospital now. In the psychiatric ward.

—Were there any women with you, someone named Alíki from Trípolis?

—No, Alíki came later. They had the dye shop, I forget their last name. They had the dye shop down on the way to the barracks, on the right. Next to Kampoúris's pharmacy. Alíki was going out with my brother Panayótis. She thought he died, and it drove her insane. When they killed the others up there. Panayótis, Themistoklís Anagnostákos, Maraskés, Braílas's mother. I forget that girl's last name. The Germans found her, and she was half out of her mind. And she still is, she's alive and half crazy. She doesn't understand anything, she doesn't remember anything.

—Did they take you to Ayiórghis?

—They did. I went to take a leak. They were boiling up beans
for the evening. Two rebels get hold of me. Mítsos Nikitákis says to them, Where are you taking him? To take a leak. We're escorting him. For Chrissakes, you bastards. He tells them, He's half dead. Can he run away? Go and take a leak, man. I went and took a leak, I came back. They gave out the beans. I threw them out, they were full of flies. So we start out from there. In the afternoon. They take us along a road with rocks all around. They had the village alderman of Mýloi up on a mule. He was wearing a leather jacket with no sleeves. With his legs hanging down, they'd given him quite a beating. But the mule wouldn't go forward. Fotópoulos's daughter Thýmia from Roúvali was pulling it along, Yiánnis Kaliakoúdis's mother. Poor woman had been pressed into service. She says, Kapetán Kléarhos, the mule won't go forward. Carry out my orders, then send the mule back. Vasílis Skáros from Stólos shoots him with his rifle. My cousin.

—Were you there?

—I was, right there. He fired his rifle at him, hit him up high. The village alderman fell down dead, down among those rocks. Kostákis Mémos. And he went and pulled off his leather jacket and wore it himself. He took it off that same minute, the man hadn't even started bleeding. He must still have it, that bastard. I tell him, Listen, Vasílis. Because he realized the Germans were coming. Listen, Vasílis, let's hide here in Neraïdoráhi. He tells me, Keep going. Keep going, God damn you, or the same will happen to you. And I kept going. We reached Mávri Trýpa. As soon as we got there—Nikoláou, they brought Nikólas over. He was also on a mule. He starts crying. This is the end, Iraklís. Listen, Nikólas, I tell him, they're going to kill us, what else would they do? It was getting dark out. Then I see a German with an automatic rifle. He was coming from the road, from the brambles, from the river of Eleohóri. In the blink of an eye, before we could say boo, there were three hundred flares in the sky. It was dark now. I shout, We're prisoners. When I was in school I knew a little French. I remembered the word
prisonnier
which means “prisoner” in French. I start shouting: Prisonnier of Partisán. Then Kostoúros who runs the Hotel Boúrtzi starts talking, and someone named Grammatikákis from Sparta. In German. The Germans say, Put your
hands up. And we surrendered on the spot. They took us to Eleohóri. Dránias didn't come with us. Yiánnis went and hid. And then they took us to Trípolis. As soon as my feet healed, I went and found Konstantakópoulos. And they gave me that pistol. With one bullet. Konstantakópoulos or Tsékeris, from Kalamáta. The head of X. They gave me that gun, they didn't have anything else. Then Kapetán Mahaíras comes down from the village of Stríngos. He comes down to Trípolis. He had to make two hundred identity cards for the Germans. Rebel ID cards. The Germans had their headquarters at the Hotel Semirámis.

—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.

—Did they kill them with a rifle?

—They killed Panayótis with a knife. He must have fought back. He was a big strapping man.

—They killed them at night.

—Yes, at night. They had drawn some water for them from the well. Panayótis was playing the clarinet before that. That's what they told me. Yeorghía Makrís. And then they killed them. They took them down to the ravine. We put him in some sacks and brought him back. Loaded onto the mule.

—Why in sacks?

—They had cut off his head. They'd cut off his feet, they'd cut off his hands. His torso was a separate piece. So how could we take him? We put him in two sacks. We loaded him into two sacks. Not right after it happened. Three or four days later we went and got him. I didn't do any loading. I couldn't do anything. Then someone told me. I found Yiánnis Makrís, I found Kóstas Karayiánnis.

—Where was Kóstas?

—Poor man had disappeared. Then I ran into him. I almost killed him. He escaped by a hair. Hey, Iraklís, Koumbáros. It's me, Kóstas.

—Was he a prisoner too?

—He was hiding of course.

—A prisoner? From the detention camp?

—No, he left the village. They sent them away. Because of the blockade. And he hid up there. Kóstas, Chrístos Papadimítris and Yiánnis Makrís.

—And then they came to Trípolis?

—All of them. With me. Kóstas, God rest his soul. We went and tore through all of Zíreia, we went through all of Neméa. We went down to Pátras. Yes. We did.