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Like
a
black
scythe
.
A
young
fisherman
near
me
picked
a
hibiscus
and
put
the
blood
-
red
flower
against
his
heart
.
We
all
knew
what
he
meant
.
"
Wimmel
came
ashore
.
The
first
thing
be
did
was
to
have
all
of
us
men
herded
onto
a
quay
,
and
for
the
first
time
the
islanders
knew
what
it
was
like
to
be
kicked
and
struck
by
foreign
troops
.
The
women
were
driven
back
into
the
adjoining
streets
and
alleys
.
Then
Wimmel
disappeared
into
a
taverna
with
Anton
.
Soon
after
I
was
called
for
.
All
the
villagers
crossed
themselves
,
and
I
was
roughly
marched
in
to
see
him
by
two
of
his
men
.
He
did
not
stand
to
greet
me
,
and
when
he
spoke
to
me
,
it
was
as
if
to
a
total
stranger
.
He
even
refused
to
speak
English
.
He
had
brought
a
Greek
collaborationist
interpreter
with
him
.
I
could
see
that
Anton
was
lost
.
In
the
shock
of
the
event
he
did
not
know
what
to
do
.
Wimmel
’
s
terms
were
made
known
.
Eighty
hostages
were
to
be
chosen
at
once
.
The
rest
of
the
men
would
comb
the
island
,
find
the
guerrillas
,
and
bring
them
back
—
with
the
stolen
weapons
.
It
was
not
sufficient
to
produce
the
corpses
of
three
brave
volunteers
.
If
we
did
this
within
the
next
twenty
-
four
hours
the
hostages
would
be
deported
to
labor
camps
.
If
we
did
not
,
they
would
be
shot
.
"
I
asked
how
we
were
to
capture
,
even
if
we
could
find
them
,
three
desperate
armed
men
.
He
simply
looked
at
his
watch
and
said
,
in
German
,
It
is
eleven
o
’
clock
.
You
have
until
noon
tomorrow
.
"
At
the
quay
I
was
made
to
repeat
in
Greek
what
I
had
been
told
.
The
men
all
began
to
shout
suggestions
,
to
complain
,
to
demand
weapons
.
In
the
end
the
colonel
fired
a
shot
from
his
pistol
in
the
air
,
and
there
was
quiet
.
The
roll
of
the
village
men
was
called
.
Wimmel
himself
picked
out
the
hostages
as
they
filed
forward
.
I
noticed
that
he
picked
the
healthiest
,
the
ones
between
twenty
and
forty
,
as
if
he
were
thinking
of
the
labor
camp
.
But
I
think
that
he
was
choosing
the
best
specimens
for
death
.
He
chose
seventy
-
nine
like
that
,
and
then
pointed
at
me
.
I
was
the
eightieth
hostage
.
"
So
the
eighty
of
us
were
marched
off
to
the
school
and
put
under
close
guard
.
We
were
crammed
in
one
classroom
,
without
sanitation
,
given
nothing
to
eat
or
drink
—
die
Raben
were
guarding
us
—
and
even
worse
,
no
news
.
It
was
only
much
later
that
I
found
out
what
happened
during
that
time
.
"
The
remaining
men
rushed
to
their
homes
—
poles
,
sickles
,
knives
,
they
picked
up
what
they
could
and
then
met
again
on
a
bill
above
the
village
.
Men
so
old
they
could
hardly
walk
,
boys
of
ten
and
twelve
.
Some
women
tried
to
join
them
but
they
were
pushed
back
.
To
be
guarantors
of
their
men
’
s
return
.
"
This
sad
regiment
argued
,
as
Greeks
always
will
.
They
decided
on
one
plan
,
then
on
another
.
In
the
end
someone
took
charge
and
allotted
positions
and
areas
to
search
.
They
set
out
—
one
hundred
and
twenty
of
them
.
They
were
not
to
know
that
they
were
searching
in
vain
even
before
they
began
.
But
even
if
the
guerrillas
had
been
in
the
pine
forest
I
do
not
think
they
would
have
found
them
—
let
alone
captured
them
.
So
many
trees
,
so
many
ravines
,
so
many
rocks
.
"
They
stayed
out
all
night
on
the
hills
in
a
loose
cordon
across
the
island
,
hoping
that
the
guerrillas
might
try
and
break
through
to
the
village
.
They
searched
wildly
the
next
morning
.
At
ten
they
met
and
tried
to
make
up
their
minds
to
launch
a
desperate
attack
on
the
troops
down
in
the
village
.
But
the
wiser
heads
knew
it
could
only
end
in
an
even
greater
tragedy
.
There
was
a
village
in
the
Maui
where
two
months
before
the
Germans
had
killed
every
man
,
woman
and
child
for
far
less
provocation
.
"
At
noon
,
they
came
,
carrying
a
cross
and
ikons
,
down
to
the
village
.
Wimmel
was
waiting
for
them
.
Their
spokesman
,
an
old
sailor
,
in
a
last
vain
lie
told
him
they
had
seen
the
guerrillas
escape
in
a
small
boat
.
Wimmel
smiled
,
shook
his
head
and
had
the
old
man
put
under
arrest
—
an
eighty
-
first
hostage
.
What
had
happened
was
simple
.
The
German
themselves
had
already
captured
the
guerrillas
.
In
the
village
.
But
let
us
look
at
Wimmel
.
"
Conchis
clapped
his
hands
again
.
"
This
is
him
,
in
Athens
.
One
of
the
Resistance
groups
took
it
so
that
we
should
have
his
face
recorded
.
"
The
generator
sputted
to
life
again
,
the
screen
lived
.
A
town
street
.
A
German
jeeplike
vehicle
drew
up
in
the
shade
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
street
.
Three
officers
got
out
and
walked
in
the
hard
sunlight
diagonally
across
the
camera
,
which
must
have
been
in
the
groundfloor
room
of
the
house
next
to
the
one
they
were
entering
.
The
head
of
someone
passing
blocked
the
view
.
A
shorter
,
trimmer
man
led
the
way
.
I
could
see
he
had
an
air
of
curt
,
invincible
authority
.
The
other
two
men
existed
in
his
wake
.
Something
,
a
shutter
or
a
screen
,
obscured
the
view
.
Darkness
.
Then
came
a
still
of
a
man
in
civilian
clothes
.
"
That
is
the
only
known
photograph
of
him
before
the
war
.
"
An
unexceptional
face
;
but
a
mean
mouth
.
I
remembered
there
were
other
sorts
of
humorlessness
and
fixed
stare
besides
Conchis
’
s
;
and
much
more
unpleasant
ones
.
There
was
a
certain
similarity
with
the
face
of
the
"
colonel
"
on
the
central
ridge
;
but
they
were
different
men
.
"
And
these
are
excerpts
from
newsreels
taken
in
Poland
.
"
As
they
came
on
,
Conchis
said
,
"
That
is
him
,
behind
the
general
"
;
or
"
Wimmel
is
on
the
extreme
left
.
"
Though
I
could
see
the
film
was
genuine
,
I
had
the
same
feeling
that
films
of
the
Nazis
had
always
given
me
;
of
unreality
,
of
the
distance
,
enormous
,
between
a
Europe
that
could
breed
such
monsters
and
an
England
that
could
not
.
And
I
saw
that
Conchis
was
trying
to
enweb
me
,
to
make
me
feel
too
innocent
,
too
historically
green
.
Yet
when
I
glanced
at
his
face
reflected
in
the
light
from
the
screen
,
he
seemed
even
more
absorbed
in
what
he
saw
than
I
was
myself
;
more
a
victim
of
the
past
.
"
What
the
guerrillas
must
have
done
is
this
.
As
soon
as
they
realized
their
boat
had
been
burned
they
doubled
back
towards
the
village
.
They
were
probably
already
only
just
outside
it
when
Anton
came
to
see
me
.
What
we
did
not
know
was
that
one
of
them
had
relations
on
the
outskirts
of
the
village
—
a
family
called
Tsatsos
.
It
consisted
of
two
sisters
of
eighteen
and
twenty
,
a
father
and
a
brother
.
But
the
men
happened
to
have
left
two
days
before
for
the
Piraeus
with
a
cargo
of
olive
oil
—
they
had
a
small
caïque
and
the
Germans
allowed
a
certain
amount
of
coastal
traffic
.
One
of
the
guerrillas
was
a
cousin
of
these
girls
—
probably
in
love
with
the
elder
one
.
"
The
guerrillas
came
to
the
cottage
unseen
,
before
anyone
in
the
village
knew
of
the
catastrophe
.
They
were
no
doubt
counting
on
using
the
family
caïque
.
But
it
was
away
.
Later
a
weeping
neighbor
arrived
to
tell
the
sisters
the
news
of
the
killing
and
all
that
I
had
told
the
village
men
.
By
then
the
guerrillas
were
in
hiding
.
We
do
not
know
where
they
spent
that
night
.
Probably
in
a
cistern
.
Parties
of
hastily
constituted
vigilantes
searched
every
cottage
and
villa
,
empty
and
lived
-
in
,
in
the
village
,
including
the
Tsatsoses
’
,
and
found
nothing
.
Whether
the
girls
were
simply
frightened
or
unusually
patriotic
we
shall
never
know
.
But
they
had
no
blood
relations
in
the
village
—
and
of
course
the
father
and
brother
were
safely
out
of
it
.
"
The
guerrillas
must
that
next
day
have
decided
to
split
up
.
At
any
rate
the
girls
started
baking
bread
.
A
sharp
-
eyed
neighbor
noticed
it
,
and
remembered
that
they
had
been
baking
only
two
days
before
.
Bread
for
the
brother
and
father
to
take
on
the
voyage
.
Apparently
she
did
not
suspect
anything
at
once
.
But
about
five
o
’
clock
she
went
to
the
school
and
told
the
Germans
.
She
had
three
relations
among
the
hostages
.
"
A
squad
of
die
Raben
arrived
at
the
cottage
.
Only
the
cousin
was
there
.
He
threw
himself
into
a
cupboard
.
He
heard
the
two
girls
being
struck
,
and
screaming
.
He
knew
his
time
was
up
,
so
he
leapt
out
,
pistol
in
hand
,
fired
before
the
Germans
could
move
—
and
nothing
happened
.
The
pistol
had
jammed
.
"
They
took
the
three
to
the
school
,
where
they
were
interrogated
.
The
girls
were
tortured
,
the
cousin
was
quickly
made
to
cooperate
.
Two
hours
later
—
when
night
had
come
—
he
led
the
way
down
the
coast
road
to
an
empty
villa
,
knocked
on
the
shutter
and
whispered
to
his
two
comrades
that
the
sisters
had
managed
to
find
a
boat
.
As
they
came
through
the
gate
the
Germans
pounced
.
The
leader
was
shot
in
the
arm
,
but
no
one
else
was
hurt
.
"
I
interrupted
.
"
And
he
was
a
Cretan
?
"
"
Yes
.
Quite
like
the
man
you
saw
.
Only
shorter
and
broader
.
"
All
that
time
we
hostages
had
been
up
in
the
classroom
.
It
faced
over
the
pine
forest
,
so
we
could
not
see
any
of
the
comings
and
goings
.
But
about
nine
we
heard
two
terrible
screams
of
pain
and
a
fraction
later
a
tremendous
cry
.
The
one
Greek
word
:
eleutheria
.
You
may
think
that
we
cried
in
return
,
but
we
did
not
.
Instead
we
felt
hope
—
that
the
guerrillas
had
been
caught
.
Not
long
after
that
there
were
two
bursts
of
automatic
fire
.
And
some
time
after
that
the
door
of
our
room
was
thrown
open
.
I
was
called
out
,
and
another
man
:
the
local
butcher
.
"
We
were
marched
downstairs
and
out
in
front
of
the
school
to
the
wing
where
I
believe
you
masters
live
now
—
the
western
.
Wimmel
was
standing
at
the
entrance
there
with
one
of
his
lieutenants
.
"
On
the
side
of
the
steps
behind
them
the
collaborationist
interpreter
was
sitting
,
with
his
head
in
his
hands
.
He
looked
white
,
in
a
state
of
shock
.
Some
twenty
yards
away
,
by
the
wall
,
I
saw
two
dead
bodies
.
Soldiers
rolled
them
onto
stretchers
as
we
approached
.
The
lieutenant
stepped
forward
and
signaled
to
the
butcher
to
follow
him
.
"
Wimmel
turned
and
went
into
the
building
.
I
saw
his
back
going
down
the
dark
stone
corridor
and
then
I
was
pushed
forward
after
him
.
He
stood
outside
a
door
at
the
far
end
and
waited
for
me
.
Light
poured
from
it
.
When
I
got
there
he
gestured
for
me
to
go
in
.
"
I
think
anyone
but
a
doctor
would
have
fainted
.
I
should
have
liked
to
have
fainted
.
The
room
was
bare
.
In
the
middle
was
a
table
.
Roped
to
the
table
was
a
young
man
.
The
cousin
.
He
was
naked
except
for
a
bloodstained
singlet
,
and
he
had
been
badly
burnt
about
the
mouth
and
eyes
.
But
I
could
see
only
one
thing
.
Where
his
genitals
should
have
been
,
there
was
nothing
but
a
black
-
red
hole
.
They
had
cut
off
his
penis
and
scrotal
sac
.
With
a
pair
of
wire
-
cutting
shears
.
"
In
one
of
the
far
corners
another
naked
man
lay
on
the
floor
.
His
face
was
to
the
ground
and
I
could
not
see
what
they
had
done
to
him
.
He
too
was
apparently
unconscious
.
I
shall
never
forget
the
stillness
of
that
room
.
There
were
three
or
four
soldiers
—
soldiers
!
of
course
torturers
,
psychopathic
sadists
—
in
the
room
.
One
of
them
held
a
long
iron
stake
.
An
electric
fire
was
burning
,
lying
on
its
back
.
Three
of
the
men
wore
leather
aprons
like
blacksmith
’
s
aprons
,
to
keep
their
uniforms
clean
.
There
was
a
disgusting
smell
of
excrement
and
urine
.
"
And
there
was
one
other
man
,
bound
to
a
chair
in
the
corner
.
He
was
also
gagged
.
A
great
bull
of
a
man
.
Badly
bruised
and
wounded
in
one
arm
,
but
evidently
not
tortured
yet
.
Wimmel
had
started
first
on
the
ones
most
likely
to
break
.
"
I
have
seen
several
films
—
like
Rossellini
’
s
films
—
of
the
good
human
’
s
reactions
to
such
scenes
.
How
he
turns
on
the
Fascist
monsters
and
delivers
himself
of
some
terse
yet
magnificent
condemnation
.
How
he
speaks
for
history
and
humanity
and
forever
puts
them
in
their
place
.
My
own
feelings
were
of
immediate
and
intense
personal
fear
.
You
see
,
Nicholas
,
I
thought
,
and
Wimmel
left
a
long
silence
to
let
me
think
,
that
I
was
now
going
to
be
tortured
as
well
.
I
did
not
know
why
.
But
there
was
no
reason
left
in
the
world
.
When
human
beings
could
do
such
things
to
one
another
…
"
I
turned
round
and
looked
at
Wimmel
.
The
extraordinary
thing
was
that
he
seemed
the
most
human
other
person
in
the
room
.
He
looked
tired
and
angry
.
Even
a
little
disgusted
.
Ashamed
at
the
mess
his
men
had
created
.
"
He
said
in
English
,
These
men
do
this
for
pleasure
.
I
do
not
.
I
wish
,
before
they
start
on
that
murderer
there
,
that
you
will
speak
to
him
.
"
Conchis
spoke
with
quite
a
good
imitation
of
a
German
accent
.
Pauses
,
to
mark
the
dialogue
.
"
I
said
,
What
must
I
say
?
"
I
want
the
names
of
his
friends
.
I
want
the
names
of
the
people
who
help
him
.
I
want
the
positions
of
hiding
places
and
arms
places
.
If
he
gives
me
these
I
give
to
him
my
word
he
will
be
executed
in
a
correct
military
manner
.
"
I
said
,
Did
they
not
tell
you
enough
?
Wimmel
said
,
All
they
knew
.
But
he
knows
more
.
He
is
a
man
I
have
long
wished
to
meet
.
His
friends
could
not
make
him
speak
.
I
do
not
think
we
shall
make
him
speak
.
Perhaps
you
can
.
You
will
say
this
.
The
truth
.
You
do
not
like
us
Germans
.
You
are
an
educated
man
.
You
wish
only
to
stop
this
…
procedures
.
You
will
advise
him
to
speak
what
he
knows
.
It
is
no
guilt
now
that
he
is
caught
to
speak
.
You
understand
?
Come
with
me
.
"
We
went
into
another
bare
room
next
door
.
A
few
moments
later
the
wounded
man
was
dragged
in
,
still
tied
to
his
chair
,
and
set
in
the
center
of
the
room
.
I
was
given
a
chair
facing
him
.
The
colonel
sat
in
the
background
and
waved
the
torturers
outside
.
I
began
to
talk
.
"
I
did
exactly
as
the
colonel
had
ordered
.
That
is
,
I
begged
the
man
to
give
all
the
information
he
could
.
You
will
say
it
was
dishonorable
of
me
,
because
you
are
thinking
of
the
families
and
men
he
could
have
betrayed
.
But
that
night
I
lived
in
those
two
rooms
.
They
were
the
only
reality
.
The
outside
world
did
not
exist
.
I
felt
passionately
that
it
was
my
duty
to
stop
any
more
of
this
atrocious
degradation
of
human
intelligence
.
And
that
Cretan
’
s
obsessive
obstinacy
seemed
to
contribute
so
directly
to
the
degradation
that
it
in
part
constituted
it
.
"
I
told
him
I
was
not
a
collaborationist
,
that
I
was
a
doctor
,
that
my
enemy
was
human
suffering
.
That
I
spoke
for
Greece
when
I
said
that
God
would
forgive
him
if
he
spoke
now
—
his
friends
had
suffered
enough
.
There
was
a
point
beyond
which
no
man
could
be
expected
to
suffer
…
and
so
on
.
Every
argument
I
could
think
of
.
"
But
his
expression
was
one
of
unchanging
hostility
to
me
.
Hatred
of
me
.
I
doubt
if
he
even
listened
to
what
I
was
saying
.
He
must
have
assumed
that
I
was
a
collaborationist
,
that
all
the
things
I
told
him
were
lies
.
"
In
the
end
I
fell
silent
and
looked
back
at
the
colonel
.
I
could
not
hide
the
fact
that
I
thought
I
had
failed
.
He
must
have
signaled
to
the
guards
outside
,
because
one
of
them
came
in
,
went
behind
the
Cretan
and
unfastened
the
bandage
.
At
once
the
man
roared
,
all
the
chords
in
his
throat
standing
out
,
that
same
word
,
that
one
word
:
eleutheria
.
There
was
nothing
noble
in
it
.
It
was
pure
savagery
,
as
if
he
was
throwing
a
can
of
lighted
petrol
over
us
.
The
guard
brutally
twisted
the
gag
back
over
his
mouth
and
retied
it
.
"
Of
course
the
word
was
not
for
him
a
concept
or
an
ideal
.
It
was
simply
his
last
weapon
,
and
he
used
it
as
a
weapon
.
"
The
colonel
said
,
Take
him
back
and
await
my
orders
.
The
man
was
dragged
away
again
into
that
sinister
room
.
The
colonel
walked
to
the
shuttered
window
,
opened
it
onto
darkness
and
stood
there
for
a
minute
,
then
turned
to
me
.
He
said
,
Now
you
see
why
I
must
speak
the
language
that
I
do
.
"
I
said
,
I
see
nothing
any
more
.
Wimmel
replied
:
Perhaps
I
should
make
you
watch
the
dialogue
between
my
men
and
that
animal
.
I
said
,
I
beg
you
not
to
.
He
asked
me
if
I
thought
he
enjoyed
such
scenes
.
I
did
not
answer
.
Then
he
said
,
I
should
be
very
happy
to
sit
at
my
headquarters
.
To
have
nothing
to
do
but
sign
papers
and
enjoy
the
beautiful
classical
monuments
.
You
do
not
believe
me
.
You
think
I
am
a
sadist
.
I
am
not
.
I
am
a
realist
.
"
Still
I
sat
in
silence
.
He
planted
himself
in
front
of
me
,
and
said
,
You
will
be
placed
under
guard
in
a
separate
room
.
