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That
is
,
to
my
ear
.
On
his
very
first
visit
to
my
house
he
saw
my
harpsichord
.
And
rather
maliciously
I
played
him
the
Goldberg
Variations
.
If
one
wishes
to
reduce
a
sensitive
German
to
tears
there
is
no
surer
lachrymatory
.
I
must
not
suggest
that
Anton
was
a
hard
subject
to
conquer
.
He
was
more
than
disposed
to
be
ashamed
of
his
role
and
to
find
a
convenient
anti
-
Nazi
figure
to
worship
.
The
next
time
I
visited
the
school
he
begged
me
to
accompany
him
at
the
school
piano
,
which
he
had
had
moved
to
his
quarters
.
Then
it
was
my
turn
to
be
sentimentally
impressed
.
Not
to
tears
,
of
course
.
But
he
sang
very
well
.
And
I
have
always
had
a
softness
for
Schubert
.
"
One
of
the
first
things
I
wanted
to
know
was
why
Anton
,
with
his
excellent
French
,
was
not
in
occupied
France
.
But
’
certain
compatriots
’
considered
him
not
sufficiently
’
German
’
in
his
attitude
to
the
French
.
No
doubt
he
had
spoken
once
too
often
in
the
mess
in
defense
of
Gallic
culture
.
And
that
was
why
he
had
been
relegated
to
this
backwater
.
I
forgot
to
say
he
had
been
shot
in
the
kneecap
during
the
1940
invasion
and
had
a
limp
,
unfitting
him
for
active
military
duties
.
He
was
German
,
not
Austrian
.
His
family
was
rich
,
and
he
had
spent
a
year
before
the
war
studying
at
the
Sorbonne
.
Finally
be
had
decided
that
he
would
become
an
architect
.
But
of
course
his
training
was
interrupted
by
the
war
.
"
He
stopped
and
turned
up
the
lamp
;
then
opening
the
file
,
unfolded
a
large
plan
.
Two
or
three
sketches
—
perspectives
and
elevations
,
all
glass
and
glittering
concrete
.
"
He
was
very
rude
about
this
house
.
And
he
promised
he
would
come
back
after
the
war
and
build
me
something
new
.
After
the
best
Bauhaus
principles
.
"
All
the
notes
were
written
in
French
;
not
a
word
of
German
anywhere
.
The
plan
was
signed
.
Anton
Kiuber
,
le
sept
juin
,
ran
4
de
la
Grande
Folie
.
I
noticed
one
of
the
sketches
was
of
a
theatre
,
a
small
amphitheatre
.
An
exotic
sickle
-
shaped
apron
stage
,
a
canopied
proscenium
.
"
And
your
theatre
.
"
"
Yes
.
He
was
going
to
come
and
design
for
me
.
"
He
let
me
look
a
few
moments
longer
,
then
he
turned
down
the
lamp
again
.
"
For
a
year
during
the
Occupation
everything
was
tolerable
.
We
were
very
short
of
food
,
but
Anton
—
and
his
men
—
shut
their
eyes
to
countless
irregularities
.
The
idea
that
the
Occupation
was
all
a
matter
of
jackbooted
stormtroopers
and
sullen
natives
is
absurd
.
Most
of
the
Austrian
soldiers
were
over
forty
and
fathers
themselves
—
easy
meat
for
the
village
children
.
One
summer
dawn
,
in
1942
,
an
Allied
plane
came
and
torpedoed
a
German
supply
landing
craft
that
had
anchored
in
the
old
harbor
on
its
way
to
Crete
.
It
sank
.
Hundreds
of
crates
of
food
came
bobbing
to
the
surface
.
By
then
the
islanders
had
had
a
year
of
nothing
but
fish
and
had
bread
.
The
sight
of
all
this
meat
,
milk
and
rice
and
other
luxuries
was
too
much
.
They
swarmed
out
in
anything
that
would
float
.
Somebody
told
me
what
was
happening
and
I
hurried
down
to
the
harbor
.
The
garrison
had
a
machine
gun
on
the
point
,
it
had
fired
furiously
at
the
Allied
plane
,
and
I
had
terrible
visions
of
a
revengeful
massacre
.
But
when
I
got
there
I
saw
islanders
busily
hauling
in
crates
not
a
hundred
yards
from
where
the
machine
gun
was
.
Outside
the
post
stood
Antbn
and
the
duty
section
.
Not
a
shot
was
fired
.
"
Later
that
morning
Anton
summoned
me
.
Of
course
,
I
thanked
him
profusely
.
He
said
that
he
was
going
to
report
that
several
of
the
crew
of
the
landing
craft
had
been
saved
by
the
prompt
action
of
the
villagers
who
had
rowed
to
their
help
.
He
must
now
have
a
few
crates
handed
back
to
show
as
salvage
.
I
was
to
see
to
that
.
The
rest
would
be
considered
’
sunk
and
destroyed
.
’
What
little
hostility
remained
against
him
and
his
men
among
the
villagers
disappeared
.
I
remembered
one
evening
,
it
must
have
been
about
a
month
after
that
,
a
group
of
Austrian
soldiers
,
a
little
drunk
,
began
to
sing
down
by
the
harbor
.
And
then
suddenly
the
islanders
began
to
sing
as
well
.
In
turn
.
First
the
Austrians
,
then
the
islanders
.
German
and
Greek
.
A
Tyrolean
carol
.
Then
a
kalamatiano
.
It
was
very
strange
.
In
the
end
they
were
all
singing
each
other
’
s
songs
.
"
But
that
was
the
zenith
of
our
small
golden
age
.
Somewhere
among
the
Austrian
soldiers
there
must
have
been
a
spy
.
About
a
week
after
the
singing
,
a
section
of
German
troops
was
added
to
Anton
’
s
garrison
to
’
stiffen
morale
.
’
He
came
to
me
one
day
like
an
angry
child
and
said
,
I
have
been
told
I
am
in
danger
of
becoming
a
discredit
to
the
Wehrmacht
,
and
I
must
mend
my
ways
.
His
troops
were
forbidden
to
give
food
to
the
islanders
,
and
we
saw
them
far
less
frequently
in
the
village
.
In
November
of
that
year
the
Gorgopotamos
exploit
created
a
new
strain
.
Fortunately
I
had
been
given
more
credit
than
I
deserved
by
the
villagers
for
the
easiness
of
the
régime
,
and
they
accepted
the
stricter
situation
as
well
as
could
be
expected
.
"
Conchis
stopped
speaking
,
then
clapped
his
hands
twice
.
"
I
should
like
you
to
see
Anton
.
"
"
I
think
I
’
ve
seen
him
already
.
"
Up
on
the
terrace
a
petrol
engine
suddenly
sputtered
into
life
.
A
generator
.
"
No
.
Anton
is
dead
.
You
have
seen
an
actor
who
looks
like
him
.
But
this
is
the
real
Anton
.
During
the
war
I
had
a
small
ciné
-
camera
and
two
reels
of
film
.
Which
I
kept
until
1944
,
when
I
could
get
them
developed
.
The
quality
is
very
poor
.
"
I
heard
the
faint
whir
of
a
projector
.
A
beam
of
light
came
from
above
,
was
adjusted
,
centered
on
the
screen
.
A
blur
,
hasty
focusing
.
I
saw
a
handsome
young
man
of
about
my
own
age
.
He
was
not
the
one
I
had
seen
the
week
before
,
though
in
one
feature
,
the
heavy
dark
eyebrows
,
they
were
very
similar
.
But
this
was
unmistakably
a
wartime
officer
.
He
didn
’
t
look
particularly
soft
;
but
more
like
a
Battle
of
Britain
pilot
;
stylishly
insouciant
.
He
was
walking
down
a
path
beside
a
high
wall
,
the
wall
of
Hermes
Ambelas
’
s
house
,
perhaps
.
Smiling
.
He
struck
a
sort
of
heroic
tenor
attitude
,
laughed
self
-
consciously
;
and
abruptly
the
ten
-
second
sequence
was
over
.
In
the
next
he
was
drinking
coffee
,
playing
with
a
cat
at
his
feet
;
looked
sideways
up
at
the
camera
,
a
serious
,
shy
look
,
as
if
someone
had
told
him
not
to
smile
.
The
film
was
very
fuzzy
,
jerky
,
amateurish
.
Another
sequence
.
A
file
of
men
marching
round
the
island
harbor
;
apparently
shot
from
above
,
out
of
some
upper
-
story
window
.
"
That
is
Anton
in
the
rear
.
"
He
had
a
slight
limp
.
And
I
also
knew
that
I
was
for
a
moment
watching
the
unfakable
truth
.
Beyond
the
men
I
could
see
a
broad
quay
,
on
which
in
1953
stood
the
little
island
customs
and
coastguard
house
.
I
knew
it
had
been
built
since
the
war
.
On
this
film
the
quay
was
bare
.
The
beam
was
extinguished
,
the
engine
stopped
.
"
There
.
I
took
other
scenes
,
but
one
reel
deteriorated
.
Those
were
all
I
could
salvage
.
"
He
paused
,
then
went
on
.
"
The
officer
responsible
for
’
stiffening
morale
’
in
this
area
of
Greece
was
an
S
.
S
.
colonel
called
Wimmel
.
Wilhelm
Dietrich
Wimmel
.
By
the
time
I
am
now
speaking
of
,
Resistance
movements
had
begun
in
Greece
.
Wherever
the
terrain
permitted
.
Among
the
islands
,
of
course
,
only
Crete
allowed
maquis
operations
.
But
up
in
the
north
and
over
there
in
the
Peloponnesus
ELAS
and
the
other
groups
had
begun
to
organize
themselves
.
Arms
were
dropped
to
them
.
Trained
saboteurs
.
Wimmel
was
brought
to
Nauplia
,
late
in
1942
,
from
Poland
,
where
he
had
had
a
great
deal
of
success
.
He
was
responsible
for
the
southwest
of
Greece
,
in
which
we
were
included
.
His
technique
was
simple
.
He
had
a
price
list
.
For
every
German
wounded
,
ten
hostages
were
executed
;
for
every
German
killed
,
twenty
.
As
you
may
imagine
,
it
was
a
system
that
worked
.
"
He
had
a
handpicked
company
of
Teutonic
monsters
under
him
,
who
did
the
interrogating
,
torturing
,
executing
,
and
the
rest
.
They
were
known
,
after
the
badge
they
wore
,
as
die
Raben
.
The
ravens
.
"
I
met
him
before
his
infamies
had
become
widely
known
.
I
heard
one
winter
morning
that
a
German
motor
launch
had
unexpectedly
brought
an
important
officer
to
the
island
.
Later
that
day
,
Anton
sent
for
me
.
In
his
office
I
was
introduced
to
a
small
,
thin
man
.
My
own
height
,
my
own
age
.
Immaculately
neat
.
Scrupulously
polite
.
He
stood
to
shake
my
hand
.
He
spoke
some
English
,
enough
to
know
that
I
spoke
it
much
better
than
he
did
.
And
when
I
confessed
that
I
was
half
English
by
birth
,
he
said
,
The
great
tragedy
of
our
time
is
that
England
and
Germany
should
have
quarreled
.
Anton
explained
that
he
had
told
the
colonel
about
our
musical
eveflings
and
that
the
colonel
hoped
that
I
would
join
them
for
lunch
and
afterwards
accompany
Anton
in
one
or
two
songs
.
Of
course
I
had
,
a
titre
d
’
office
,
to
accept
.
"
I
did
not
like
the
colonel
at
all
.
He
had
eyes
like
razors
.
I
think
the
most
unpleasant
eyes
I
have
ever
seen
in
a
human
being
.
They
were
without
a
grain
of
sympathy
for
what
they
saw
.
Nothing
but
assessment
and
calculation
.
If
they
had
been
brutal
,
or
lecherous
,
or
sadistic
,
they
would
have
been
better
.
But
they
were
the
eyes
of
a
machine
.
"
An
educated
machine
.
The
colonel
had
brought
some
bottles
of
hock
with
him
and
we
had
the
best
lunch
I
had
eaten
for
many
months
.
We
discussed
the
war
very
briefly
,
rather
as
one
might
discuss
the
weather
.
It
was
the
colonel
himself
who
changed
the
subject
to
literature
.
He
was
obviously
a
well
-
read
man
.
Knew
Shakespeare
well
,
and
Goethe
and
Schiller
extremely
well
.
He
even
drew
some
interesting
parallels
between
English
and
German
literature
,
and
not
all
in
Germany
’
s
favor
.
I
realized
that
he
was
drinking
less
than
we
were
.
Also
that
Anton
was
careless
with
his
tongue
.
We
were
both
in
fact
being
watched
.
I
knew
that
halfway
through
the
meal
;
and
the
colonel
knew
I
knew
it
.
We
two
older
men
polarized
the
situation
.
Anton
became
an
irrelevance
.
The
colonel
would
have
had
nothing
but
contempt
for
the
ordinary
Greek
official
,
and
I
was
highly
honored
to
be
treated
by
him
as
a
gentleman
and
equal
.
But
I
was
not
misled
.
"
After
lunch
we
performed
a
few
lieder
for
him
,
and
he
was
full
of
compliments
.
He
then
announced
that
he
wished
to
inspect
the
lookout
post
on
the
far
side
of
the
island
,
and
invited
me
to
accompany
him
—
the
place
was
of
no
great
military
importance
.
So
I
traveled
round
with
them
to
Moutsa
and
we
climbed
up
to
the
house
here
.
There
was
a
great
deal
of
military
paraphernalia
about
—
wire
everywhere
and
one
or
two
pillboxes
.
But
I
was
happy
to
find
that
the
house
had
not
been
damaged
at
all
.
The
men
were
paraded
and
briefly
addressed
by
the
colonel
in
my
presence
—
in
German
.
He
referred
to
me
as
’
this
English
gentleman
’
and
insisted
that
my
property
should
be
respected
.
But
I
remember
this
.
As
we
left
he
stopped
to
correct
some
minor
fault
in
the
way
the
man
on
guard
at
the
gate
was
wearing
his
equipment
.
He
pointed
it
out
to
Anton
and
said
to
him
,
Schlamperei
,
Herr
Leutnant
.
Sehen
Sie
?
Now
Schlamperei
means
something
like
sloppiness
.
It
is
the
kind
of
word
Prussians
use
of
Bavarians
.
And
of
Austrians
.
He
was
evidently
referring
to
some
previous
conversation
.
But
it
gave
me
a
key
to
his
character
.
"
We
did
not
see
him
again
for
nine
months
.
The
autumn
of
1943
.
"
It
was
the
end
of
September
.
I
was
in
my
house
one
beautiful
late
afternoon
when
Anton
strode
in
.
I
knew
that
something
terrible
had
happened
.
He
had
just
come
back
from
Bourani
.
About
twelve
men
were
stationed
there
at
a
time
.
That
morning
four
who
were
not
on
duty
had
gone
down
to
Moutsa
to
swim
.
They
must
have
grown
careless
,
more
Schlamperei
,
because
they
all
got
into
the
water
together
.
They
came
out
,
one
by
one
,
and
sat
throwing
a
ball
and
sunning
on
the
beach
.
Then
three
men
stood
out
of
the
trees
behind
them
.
One
had
a
submachine
gun
.
The
Germans
had
no
chance
.
The
Unteroffizier
in
charge
heard
the
shots
from
here
,
wirelessed
Anton
,
then
came
down
to
look
.
He
found
three
corpses
,
and
one
man
who
lived
long
enough
to
say
what
had
happened
.
The
guerrillas
had
disappeared
—
and
with
the
soldiers
’
guns
.
Anton
immediately
set
out
round
the
island
in
a
launch
.
"
Poor
Anton
.
He
was
torn
between
doing
his
duty
and
trying
to
delay
the
news
from
reaching
the
dreaded
Colonel
Wimmel
.
Of
course
he
knew
that
he
had
to
report
the
incident
.
He
did
so
,
but
not
until
that
evening
,
after
he
had
seen
me
.
He
told
me
that
that
morning
he
had
reasoned
that
he
had
to
deal
with
andarte
from
the
mainland
,
who
must
have
slipped
over
by
night
and
who
would
certainly
not
risk
going
back
again
before
darkness
.
He
therefore
went
round
the
island
very
slowly
,
searching
every
place
where
a
boat
might
be
hidden
.
And
he
found
one
,
drawn
up
in
the
trees
over
there
at
the
end
of
the
island
facing
Petrocaravi
.
He
had
no
alternative
.
The
guerrillas
must
have
heard
and
seen
him
searching
.
There
were
strict
High
Command
instructions
in
such
a
contingency
.
One
destroyed
the
means
of
retreat
.
He
set
the
boat
on
fire
.
The
mice
were
trapped
.
"
He
had
come
to
explain
all
this
to
me
;
by
this
time
Wimmel
’
s
Price
list
was
well
known
.
We
owed
him
eighty
men
.
Anton
thought
we
had
one
chance
.
To
capture
the
guerrillas
and
have
them
waiting
for
Wimmel
when
he
arrived
,
as
he
was
almost
certain
to
,
the
following
day
.
At
least
we
should
thus
prove
that
they
were
not
islanders
,
but
agents
provocateurs
.
We
knew
they
must
be
Communists
,
ELAS
men
,
because
their
policy
was
the
deliberate
instigation
of
German
reprisals
—
in
order
to
stiffen
morale
on
the
Greek
side
.
The
eighteenth
-
century
Klephts
used
exactly
the
same
tactics
to
raise
the
passive
peasantry
against
the
Turks
.
"
At
eight
that
evening
I
called
all
the
leading
villagers
together
and
explained
the
situation
to
them
.
It
was
too
late
to
do
anything
that
night
.
Our
only
chance
was
to
cooperate
with
Anton
’
s
troops
in
combing
the
island
the
next
day
.
Of
course
they
were
passionately
angry
at
having
their
peace
—
and
their
lives
—
put
into
such
jeopardy
.
They
promised
to
stand
guard
all
night
over
their
boats
and
cisterns
and
to
be
out
at
dawn
to
track
the
guerrillas
down
.
"
But
at
midnight
I
was
woken
by
the
sound
of
marching
feet
and
a
knocking
at
the
outside
gates
.
Once
again
it
was
Anton
.
He
came
to
tell
me
that
it
was
too
late
.
He
had
received
orders
.
He
was
to
take
no
more
action
on
his
own
initiative
.
Wimmel
would
arrive
with
a
company
of
die
Raben
in
the
morning
.
I
was
to
be
placed
under
immediate
arrest
.
Every
male
in
the
village
between
the
ages
of
fourteen
and
seventy
-
five
was
to
be
rounded
up
at
dawn
.
Anton
told
me
all
this
in
my
bedroom
.
He
paced
up
and
down
,
almost
in
tears
,
while
I
sat
on
the
side
of
my
bed
,
and
listened
to
him
say
he
was
ashamed
to
be
German
,
ashamed
to
have
been
born
.
That
he
would
have
killed
himself
if
he
did
not
feel
it
his
duty
to
try
to
intercede
with
the
colonel
the
next
day
.
We
talked
for
a
long
time
.
He
told
me
more
than
he
had
before
about
Wimmel
.
We
were
so
cut
off
here
,
and
there
were
many
things
I
had
not
heard
.
In
the
end
he
said
,
there
is
one
good
thing
in
this
war
.
It
has
allowed
me
to
meet
you
.
We
shook
hands
.
"
Then
I
went
with
him
back
to
the
school
,
where
I
slept
under
guard
.
"
When
I
was
taken
down
to
the
harbor
the
next
morning
at
nine
,
all
the
men
and
most
of
the
women
in
the
village
were
there
.
Anton
’
s
troops
guarded
all
the
exits
.
Needless
to
say
,
the
guerrillas
had
not
been
seen
.
The
villagers
were
in
despair
.
But
there
was
nothing
they
could
do
.
"
At
ten
die
Raben
arrived
in
a
landing
craft
.
One
could
see
at
once
the
difference
between
them
and
the
Austrians
.
Better
drilled
,
better
disciplined
,
far
better
insulated
against
feelings
of
humanity
.
And
so
young
.
I
found
that
the
most
terrifying
aspect
of
them
—
their
fanatical
youth
.
Then
minutes
later
a
seaplane
landed
.
I
remember
the
shadows
of
its
wings
falling
on
the
whitewashed
houses
.
