As a child, I cannot forget the moments I lived with the gathering of Jews on the pier. We went out the window to see what was happening. There was mourning. At one point a German soldier saw us. He knocked on the door and came inside, ready to kill us. But my father took out his ID and showed that we are orthodox Christians and so we were saved. But those moments cannot be forgotten. It was horrible. They put them in the trucks, in the army cars, and they were screaming.
The mourning
