In ’46 we were in Ioannina. Here we were in “Akraio”, where the camp was, in the plain and we were sitting there. We rolled up the blankets and sat down. We had nothing to eat because we did not get anything from the village, we left in a rush. There one day a soldier came from the camp, he had some potatoes “give some to the children, do not be disgusted, because I did not put a spoon in”. Well, we got them, we only had two spoons and we ate. We ate this food and I remember we liked it very much. We sat there, we lived there, we slept outside and the days passed.
The potatoes
