“Honestly, what brought you to Greece?”
“Ah, initially I came to write about the refugee camps,” I answer her. “About the Balkan Route and so on.”
She looks at me suspiciously. “So there were no personal reasons? A woman, for example?”
“Yes, you could say that, but it was a woman who left me.”
“Aha, so you were kind of a refugee yourself.”
“Something like that,” I tell her, evading. “Anyway, along the way I discovered another story: the Catastrophe of Smyrna in September 1922, which caused a huge wave of refugees at the time.”
“I know,” Daphne replies sadly. “My grandparents came from Smyrna then. Half of Athens was built to host Asia Minor refugees. In the shops of Piraeus, Smyrnaic songs still sometimes play.”