Those were difficult times, and we were in the prime of our youth. Teenagers who experienced terror: the tanks, the chains, the informers, the torture.

Our spirit thirsted for knowledge, ideals, and values, but we came face to face with brutal abuse in the cells of Bouboulina, with horrific torture, beatings, and humiliations. Even though all we sought was the light of freedom...

The struggle was hard, dangerous, and uneven. Yet the freshness of youth, beauty, and love fought and overcame the obstacles. Only after quite some time, and with many collateral losses, did the hour finally come when the good prevailed.