He turned his head and saw Douroula. He saw her and his heart bled. Her face was bruised, her lips swollen with dried blood, her hair disheveled. She seemed unable to stand on her feet as "Moustakas" and two others in uniform dragged her, holding her by the arms.

She looked at him through her half-closed eyelids and it seemed to him as if she smiled at him. "It could have been just his imagination. How could she smile in the state she was in...".