The Human Guardians

Pericles Korovesis who was literally destroyed by the torturers of the junta
describes in his book
«Human guards»
how he was tortured on the roof of the security headquarters
which was on Bouboulina Street...
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«You say the security guards burst into the house at night while we were eating, they dive into me and Styliaris,
leaving behind Nena Mendi and my wife.
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They even stirred their filthy hands into her underwear, which she always had wonderfully neat, a regular rape.
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Well, then, the usual happened,
Bouboulinas,
Averoff,
Aegina,
humiliation,
wood,
torture...
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But I had decided that it would not pass them by, that my own faith was stronger.
I was, at the same time, making my personal connection with history, which I was now experiencing as a living experience.
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EAM, let's say, was no longer reading material, I personally knew fighters who were rotting in prison since ’47.........
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description of the ascent on the roof of Bouboulina
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I couldn't support myself on my feet to take off my sweater
Gravaritis helped me.
they started tying me to the bench.
Gravaritis does an inspection and explains to them how I've been tied up very loosely.
good tying advises, it must be very tight..
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this is not a job for a steamer.
Gravaritis to achieve the maximum
he put his foot on the counter for resistance and pulled.
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they put a round panic strap over my eyes
who was already ready for this job.
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but they left a little space under the eyes and I could see in the direction of the feet.
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they brought a small pillow and put it in his mouth.
But they could not find the leash, and tied it roughly with a string.
it felt loose.
I could scream.
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Gravaritis came over me and tried to see if I could see under the sail.
I knew it was a Grabarite because it stank.
there was a special smell to his skin.
asked for the iron.
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another stage.
I expected him to leave a space as usual.
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Gravaritis began immediately.
the iron had finer penetration it's like being cut up....
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the pillow came out of the mouth and someone ran over and held it.
yet I cried out.
then I let go of the pillow and they started strangling me.
the air that was in the chest was trapped.
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Gravaritis continued to strike.
methodically and with rhythm.
and both of them together could not be resisted.
I heard an informer say
«Ashton is out of his mind»
the other was slowly letting go of the hands to see if I would scream.
where to shout
I just wanted air.
patience.
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I have to start counting.
I would lose the numbers and start again.
Gravaritis asks me if I like it.
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one of my legs is broken says
I won't escape gangrene if I go on like this.
at least save the other one that's still strong...
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«Why are you looking at me like a farting donkey, you faggot?;
will you talk, faggot?»
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Pain is something that is defined.
this is a feeling of annihilation.
I was trying to figure out where it was hitting.
was impossible.
where is this stuff coming from?;
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I was seeing Gravaritis.
I could see the lobster pole bobbing up and down on the treads
but there were no treads....
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the chopping continues.
make up your mind there is no mercy it's them and us
but who are we?;
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I recovered on my own.
I was soaking wet
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Gravaritis:
«Now you'll see what you're up against, you old fart, you'll be a loser.»
He raises his hands and brings them down with his eyes straight down
back the bulbs
fears move down....
It's almost certainly a trick.
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It is not possible to leave evidence of torture to the courts.
I was right it stopped.
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Along with the others he starts to undress me.
He sees that I had gold cufflinks.
«Gold cufflinks, faggot?»
«Where did you get them?»
«The party gave it to you?»
«You motherfucker, I've got 20 years of service and I never deserved to get one.»
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He grabs me by the hair and starts spinning me around in the laundry room.
He bangs my head on his knee then in the corner of the park.
I'm breaking a tooth.
He kicks me in the belly.
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He takes the crowbar and starts hitting me on the reeds in my knees, ankles and pelvic bones.
Then to the genitals.
I think an informer is shouting
«not there» or «enough is enough»
I'm not sure if that's exactly what he said.
Anyway, it sounded like a protest to me.
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He picks me up and throws me on the bench face down.
Gravaritis imitating the voice of Karagiozis says:
Now the nigger will come and cut your balls off and fuck you up.
He took the lobster pole and started pushing it up the anus........................
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however ruthless, cruel and vile you are, you cannot fail to be shocked by this text (and hundreds of others like it) describing the torture in Bouboulinas.
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and yet, friends, there are people who support the junta even today...

Author of the article:

Yannis Golias