I gathered my belongings, well, my belongings meaning a cardboard suitcase with all my possessions, and Manolis in front, me behind, we went to his house. As we were walking, we came across about forty men, black, gloomy, like devils who had escaped from hell. I turned and looked at them, after they had passed us, I've always been curious. "Who are they?" I asked Manolis. "They work in the mines, they are coal miners," he told me.