Three years ago, I visited the Synagogue of Athens on Melidoni Street in the capital’s Thiseio district for the Jewish Passover (Pesach) service. I had never been before. Everyone seemed to know each other.
“When we returned, we had no bed to sleep in, no pots to cook in, nor clothes to wear. We went to our house and it had been taken by others. We rented a room in our house and the whole family lived there.”