Ο τοπικός πολιτισμός της περιοχής των Τζουμέρκων
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The Earthquake of 1967

“It was 1968. It was the Monday after Easter Sunday – the feast day of Saint George. We went to Church. We knew nothing about earthquakes. We didn’t know much about anything. I remember it was like a hundred airplanes falling all at once. The Church was big, the door was closed and if the ceiling dropped we’d all be dead. The rumble, just like the Church, was huge. I remember that day really well …
Then the army brought tents. Every tent offered shelter to two families. They were laid out on the plateau. We stayed here but others went elsewhere.”

Stavroula Kalogirou, Resident of Matsouki, July 2012

“We were down at the old Church. It was a big Church. It was the feast day of Saint George. It was also the day after Easter Sunday. We didn’t know anything about earthquakes. I remember trying to get out but I couldn’t. I was the last one out. We’d fall over and push one another as we rushed toward the doors. We got out. The water fountain in the square had become a blurry red! Earthquake! The stones made a big rumbling noise as they fell! The walls fell but the homes didn’t. First came the rumble and every so often there was another earthquake and then another. The animals understood. Afterwards the army brought tents. We were taken to Saint Peter’s and elsewhere where the land was flat. Over there toward the hostel there were also tents. They gave us tents so we could camp out. Here by a garden. People stayed in the tents but eventually they paid to build huts. Tin huts. After years people could afford houses.”

Areti Makris, Resident of Matsouki, July 2012