Our house was one of the most beautiful in town. It was outside the castle, on today’s Averoff Street. That day I woke up, I was a little girl, and I saw three big motorcycles stopping outside our house. They came in and told my father that they would stay in our house now and we could keep the upper rooms. The two of them were wild-looking but the other was young and smiling. He looked at me, greeted me and told me in broken Greek that everything would be fine. I left and went to my parents’s room. There was my father, with his hands on his face. He raised his head and told me. “This evil must stop.” A few days later he left….