The treasure

In 1944 my parents and I returned from Zachorochoria where we had decided to stay during the war. We stayed on Koundouriotou Street. There were rumors that there were treasures buried and many were looking for them. One day I realized that the hallway tiles made a different noise when I stepped on them at one point. I told my parents and they told me off. A few days later, two strangers came to our house, who, after showing the necessary papers, moved the two tiles of the corridor and took out a metal box with pounds, which had been hidden there by the previous Jewish owners who unfortunately did not survive.

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