Kostas Pandularis

"When one raked his hand through his hair, lice fell from his head. I don't know how long we didn't bathe at all, didn't change our clothes. We wore the same clothes all the time. It was disastrous. We had nothing to change into. We didn't have anything with us, suitcases, bags, nothing like that. Only what we were wearing."

"The army, which fought against the guerrillas, sometimes occupied villages. We ran away to hide. Once, what happened was that they made a huge attack and drove us to the Albanian border. We, the civilians who were running together with the partisans, entered Albania. We were there for several months. Me, two sisters. The fourth, the little brother, stayed with neighbours who didn't get involved in anything. We thought we'd be back soon, but we never came back. We ended up in Albania. It was a place of great misery. We got a piece of bread once a day, that was all. We were put up in barracks left over from the Italian army, which had no roof. There was only concrete, we had one blanket each. When it rained, wrapped in a blanket, we would lie on that cement."