Down where they sell fish at the port was the checkpoint leading into the port, and the customs officers would stop us and do searches. I remember bursting into tears one day. I had been given some really nice pieces of chocolate and a small packet of coffee. Back then, after the occupation, everyone went hungry and we didn't have chocolate. Under the cart there was a bucket for watering the horses, where we put the nosebag for feeding them. I had hidden the things in there, in the hay. And the customs officers searched me and took the stuff off me. I did all I could to get them to give it back, but they wouldn't hear a word of it. And then I took the tourists and their things to the hotel by cart. They got upset, and instead of giving me the five drachma fare, they gave me fifty. So I cheered up in no time.
