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The Hostels of Tzoumerka

It was nothing special. A room with a bench, two bottles of ouzo, a box of delights and a bit further there was a pot of beans or lentils. The hostel’s owner would see the muleteers coming and he’d say: ‘Woman, they’re coming. Crush some garlic and add some vinegar to the lentils.’ Those at the front of the line would eat. The ones at the end of the line only got water.
As for sleep, there were only mattresses on the floor. No beds. If the weather was nice we’d sleep outside. If it was winter we’d keep the animals inside but we’d have to pay more. That’s where the animals ate. The hostel had grass and clovers. We’d buy it there. We’d pay. I knew that I had six or seven animals, a ball of clovers and a ball of grass. But it wasn’t enough. The grass was better for the animals. But in need you’d also buy the clover.

Gregory Stergios , Resident of Matsouki, July 2012