(Q: “You said that you went to those meetings on Sundays...”) “Well, that was a show, when I tell that to my daughter, she says to herself: Well is that possible? It was so strange, because it’s only when looking back enough years later that one can assess it all, because they have the comparison. We considered it to be normal back then, it was Sunday, so like Christians went to church, so communists went to meetings. Not every Sunday, I don’t know how often we had it, but I’d say at least once a month. Sunday morning always, a big hall, and we sat there at a table... There were so many invalids there, it was strange. I looked on as a child, there was a chap there with no arms, say, just up to his elbows, both arms missing and he was smoking. You wouldn’t believe it. I saw him with my own eyes, how he lighted his cigarette. Or there were blind people, with plastic surgeries, those were all war invalids, but as a child one takes it at face value - it is how it is. They were very fiery. They always started the meetings so peacefully, in a friendly way and so. And of course that Greek (temper) - they got caught up, all those various opinions, and they didn’t know how to control themselves, so they started swearing at each other so nastily, shouting at each other, and some of them would leave in anger. Not my dad, he was reserved, serious, he never shouted.”