Friday, June 7, 2013
Greece - walk to a small village
It was a long and hot walk but I only remember bits and pieces about it. Athens 1940/1941?
I see this young girl dressed in layers of long skirts. She was employed in our home but I have no idea in what capacity - cooking, cleaning, babysitting - who to ask now?
What was her name, did we like her, my brother and I?
I see her hiding cognac colored glass plates under her apron and off we go to see her family in a nearby village. The plates were small and I usually saw them appear besides a tall glass of water and a jar of vanilla paste, holding a spoon. One filled the spoon with this thick sticky paste, placed it in one's glass filled with water and then licked the paste and had a sip of water, put spoon back into glass till next 'lick & sip'.
We are walking along on top of a steep knoll. We stop to look down. My brother discovers a dead black dog down there, points it out to the long skirts girl and starts gathering stones. "No, no, no, you can't do that. If a stone hits the dog a piece of his dead body will fly up and hit you".
A cemetery. Long line of people walking behind men carrying something on which a female body was lying. Flowers placed on each side of her head. Wailing cries frightening me.
A field with grazing sheep and a ram chasing my brother and the long skirts girl waving her arms and making noise.
Plates falling out from under the skirt and braking.
This memory is filed in my auto-analyzation folder. Why did I not tell mother about the girl stealing?