⁷A Black Sea dream
I have another dream related to my Greek friends who fled. Many years after the end of the war, I was woken by my neighbour, who cried: “They’re back ! Our Greeks are back!” I ran into the courtyard and saw a strange looking group: about a dozen of grown ups wearing cheap antique costumes. They had plastic swords and big helmets which made them difficult to recognise. As I went closer, I thought I recognised my childhood friend, Nikolas. To make sure, I asked him : “Is that you, Nikos ?” I heard a muffled sound from the helmet: “Am I so difficult to recognise ? They gave us these clothes in Athens, when we arrived - said we didn’t look Greek enough."
(From "Memory, Untitled")