It was about 1939 when the Italians bombed Greece, before they invaded. I would have been 5 or 6. Loud. Very frightening. My father used to have a big wooden table & we used to bunch all of us underneath this table. I can remember particularly one day: the houses around us were all dropping. Everything was flying, limbs &… it was horrifying. I know the wardrobe fell down. That was our shelter. Then they did have proper shelters. I don’t know how it came about but where we lived there was a huge field & the reason the Germans bombed it is because they thought the army was using it as barracks. Because they were trying to hit that, they hit all the other innocent people as well. Then the school came down as well. So they did a lot of damage. Then they opened the air raid shelter. We had to run from our house. My mother used to make us all, as we were born, a lucky charm, ayin hara, evil eye sort of thing. As we were running I dropped mine. I turned back to pick it up & somebody picked me up from my waist. The next thing I knew I was in somebody else’s shelter. But my parents came back & found me straight away. It was ingrained; I had to wear this all the time, like these earrings. My godmother bought me these when I was less than 2 days old & I’ve had them ever since.