Georgios Karanikos

"I have more of a Czech mentality now. They give me odd looks in Greece. I have a completely different mentality than Greeks do. But then again I know how to adapt." (Q: "Have you ever considered returning to Greece?") "Sometimes yes, but I wouldn't do it for the children's sake. I didn't want them to end up in a foreign country like I did. When we could've returned, the time was bad, the girls were at school. When the girls heard 'Greece', they would tremble with fear. People who were born in Czechoslovakia and moved to Greece often came back again. They got used to the Czech way of life, and it's a completely different mentality in the Balkans."

"They handled us excellently. They gave us whatever we asked for. I can't complain about the Czech Republic. They behaved to us like to their own children."

"I never gave my children even a slap. I didn't want my girls to have what I'd been through. In Greece, I'd been slapped by everyone. That was the kind of times it was then. I remember when the Germans left, I was ten or eleven years old, we hid, but they found us. I still remember their shouts in German, hands up."

"We also had Russian lessons. The teacher came in, I didn't have a clue we had Russian, she called me to the blackboard. She saw the name Karanikos and thought I was Russian. I still remember how she sat me down with a five [an F mark - transl.]. My classmate told me to learn the Russian poem "Ptička letala, ptička igrala" ["The bird flew, the bird sang" - transl.], that I'll be examined again next lesson. So I had to learn azbuka and the Latin alphabet in a week. It was hell. I had no idea how I'd manage it in time. In the end I did manage it, awfully badly, but I managed."

"I looked after him and led him along. I had to take care of him. My brother was four years the younger. We were children. I was afraid that something might happen to him. I was the most afraid when we were in Carlsbad for a time. He fell ill, I think he had jaundice. I didn't know where he was. They didn't tell me till later that he was in hospital. Well, and this one family wanted to adopt him. He was nine or ten years old at the time, and he was very cute. I asked him where he was going. He told me they wanted him. He had learnt a bit of Czech while in the hospital. I said to him: 'Oh no you don't, boy.' If they'd adopted him, I wouldn't have had a brother. Then your mail would be waiting for me."