Athens, 2012
I’m in pain. I’m telling you, I’m still in pain…
The first day I went to work… we had to march to the sound of the “da-dum-da-dum, how do you call it, the [drums]…
They gave me a …, a cart with a wheel in the middle and two handles to fill with stones. She told me, it was a “she”, a German woman, she gestured to me, I didn’t speak any German, she gestured to me to pick up the stones. I picked them all up and then she told me “bring it there”. The moment I lifted the cart, it turned over and fell. I tell you, she lashed at me terribly with the… they had a whip made of rubber. Believe it or not, I was crying for a week, an entire week. Even my sister – I also had my sister there with me – would tell me “will you stop already?”
I’d tell her “I can’t help it, the tears are falling, what can I do? I’m crying”. I’m going to cry right here, right now, once again… What can I… “I’m still in pain, I’m telling you, I’m still in pain”. I will never forget it. I was crying for a week…