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When I dropped oﬀ my first carload … I asked, “May I stay and help?”
We only had enough to get this far, here in Greece. Now we’re stuck.
I found myself on the street, with nothing and nowhere to stay.
Everyone has his own road and his own destiny.
I said, “God, OK, if today is my last day, let it be.”
If I leave the camp for more than three days, they will not let me back.