
If you have the courage and strength to take a walk through Athens, you’ll witness firsthand the horror of war. Processions of skeletal figures and ghostly shapes roam the streets. Crowds of Lazaruses, leaning on each other for support, drift through the city’s main roads, weeping with a sorrow that pierces the soul. You can’t help but wonder: are Kostas Ouranis (1890-1953), Occupation
those heart-wrenching sobs coming from bearded men or small children?
People cry out, “I’m hungry,” their voices echoing through the cold winter nights. The haunting cry strikes against the closed shutters, reverberating off windows covered in black and blue paper for the strict blackout.
Rita Boumi-Papa, When We Were Hungry and Fighting, Athens 1975