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Giannis Papadosifos who once killed "the killer of his son" talks about the vendetta and the weapons "They cry their lad as I cry mine"

And suddenly he was thrown from his chair. Until then we were sitting outside in the shade, that is, in the shade. It is only May, but the sun of Crete is burning. I was tormented to find the house. "You will come to Mysiria, to Rethymno". He did not tell me anything else . Somehow so was my grandfather. He thought that everyone was in the alleys of his village. To the point that once, when I told him I was going to Germany, he ordered me to greet someone in New York. "Grandpa", I tried to explain to him, "another Germany, another America". He looked at me strangely, but did not follow up. "Everything is out," I think he whispered. Maybe he thought I wanted to get rid of the overseas road ... "Ask where Papadosifos's house is and they will tell you". And indeed, they told me.

"They were friends. He would come to my house, eat and sleep. That is, they kept company . And then he did some dirty work and they did it to his gums. And he killed the best, my son. " Giannis Papadosifos is 81 years old, but for him time has stopped in 1983

He would talk to me because I was also Cretan. He was tired of meeting journalists. "Why did you kill him?", "And why did you kill him?". So we were talking , the flies had started the first parties, the milk was boiling in the next containers and suddenly it was thrown wild. "Come with me!". Even if I had not heard his voice , it was "his hand" that made it strict for me to follow him. We entered the house. The fireplace, the sofa, the table, three or four chairs. "This is my son, 27 years old he ate it for me!". The newspapers of the time say that his son, Manolis, knew foreign languages ​​and played the piano! The perpetrator is said to have been a tsaboukas. The old man was shaking all over. The his hand was pointing to the sky. But no. High on the wall was a photo of the young man. A black and white photo with Manolis looking nowhere. Neither the photographer nor the earth. The same photo in the fireplace. "Know why we are talking," he told me and left the room in tears. He sat down, looked away at the trees as if he wanted to see if anyone was coming from nowhere and made sense for me to continue. Now we both knew why we were talking.

What do you remember most of all?

What can I tell you that I remember?

Do you remember the murder, the court, the revenge, the prison, what do you remember?

I remember, my child, that this dishonorable son killed my son. My girlfriend killed me.

How did it happen;

I was outside, in this house, when they called me and told me that they had seriously injured my son. I do not remember who took me. And I immediately went to find him. But they took him to the hospital killed.

And after;

The Court of First Instance took place in Heraklion, where he was sentenced to life. Then they appealed to the Court of Appeals and he asked to be taken to Athens, to be tried there, because he was afraid that I might kill him here in Crete. It is as if Athens is another state. He knew in himself that this act he was committing required punishment and he expected that something would happen.

Did you tell anyone you were going to kill them? Did you tell the woman?

Of course not, I did not tell anyone. These are not said. They are made. The dishonest one ate him and he had eaten bread in my house.

Did you know him? Did he come here to your house?

They were friends. He would come to my house, eat and sleep. That is, they kept company. And then he did some dirty work and they did it to his gums. And he killed the best, my son.

As soon as you learned that your son was killed, did you say "I will eat him"?

What would be your thought? Yes, that was my first thought. I could not kill him in Heraklion because he had a lot of police. Finally I went up to Piraeus and did it.

What did your children tell you?

My girls and especially my daughters were upset, but what can they tell me? Did I do good or did I do bad? This conversation was never said in our house.

Your wife?

She has lost her life. Yesterday he was here, now he is in Rethymno. He enters and leaves hospitals.

Has anything so bad happened to your family?

E, some things had happened in the old days. But not such a killer.

Finally the weapon you had? Because they were supposed to be looking for you when you entered the room.

I had the gun with me. They searched me, but did not find it.

They say you hid it under your beard.

E, what can I tell you now? I had it on me. We had taken this pistol from the Germans. Then my father and I had taken a rifle, a cartridge case, a parachute and two pistols. One is what I used in court.

With a grinder?

"To come back to life and kill him every week, my wound is not healed", says Giannis Papadosifos about the murder of his son. Even though 23 years have passed since the day he received his revenge in the courtroom

No, automatic. They called it carrot. These were taken out by Hitler, then in World War II. They were the best pistols. He was getting nine bullets.

When you pulled out your pistol, some people were afraid that you would shoot indiscriminately. The judges, the lawyers ...

Yes, they hid. Konstantopoulos was then a lawyer, the former president of the Coalition and another. They were good lawyers. But what was wrong with me people? They went for their money. I had put an Athenian, so for taste I had him, I did not have him to support me. What to say? "Do we want to punish him for killing a lad?"

How old are you;

I am 81, born in '25. Am I not so?

That is, how many years were you with the Germans?

I was big, 15-16 years old.

Do you remember the years of the Occupation?

I remember the Germans with the parachutes. Here outside our house it was falling. My father and I killed two Germans . They had come down with the parachute and my father and I shot and killed them. My father had a "knife". Rifle. Do you know what Greek knives were? Nah, you would not catch up , my child.

If he had apologized, was there a way to forgive him?

What do you say now; "Sorry I killed your son"? Where does this thing happen. Someone say "sorry, I killed your son". And it was not by mistake! It was intentional. Only blood clarifies these things.

23 years.

I will die and this will be my great misery.

The court sentenced you shortly afterwards.

Let the people be well.

What did you tell them?

I told them to judge me as much as you want. I did my duty. And if they had taken me for life and executed me, I was not interested. As long as I killed him.

How many years did you stay in prison?

Five years. I had a lawyer, Katsantonis, who was the head of lawyers in Greece. I was tried for fourteen years in the Court of First Instance and then sent to the Court of Appeals at the age of eight.

Did his family ever bother you?

People did not bother me or blame me. They cry their lad as I cry mine. It's over for me. But whoever asks for something, can come and find me. I am ready for anything.

The vendetta when rinsed with blood ends. Doesn't it end?

It ends if you want, it continues if you do not want. I have nothing to do with people nor do I bother them. But if they want something, I'm here.

Should there be a vendetta for price matters? Because someone looked at your daughter or your wife?

Once this happened, now it has been overcome. I have lived these for a long time in my village, Kallikratis. One teased someone's sister and they killed him and her.

Do you have grandchildren?

Eight. Three from my eldest son, three from one daughter and two from the other.

Do you dance?

I danced, and I danced beautifully.

Are you not going to parties anymore?

And no. In no wedding only, for the "call", do not say that I did not go. And yesterday I was invited to a wedding and I sent the "invitation" with my grandson.

Which of the politicians of Crete did you like?

Venizelos. The old ones were different. My barbarians in Chania, Stavros, Grigoris, Sifis were lawyers and had become statesmen. With Tsaldaris, Papagos. My father-in-law was a general, Giulountas, and he was a right-winger. Are we done? That's why I have to treat you.

The chronicle of revenge

The story is true. One August, 37-year-old Giannis Venierakis shoots and kills 27-year-old Manolis Papadosifos. Venierakis is on trial in Heraklion and eats for life. A few years later, in winter, his Court of Appeal becomes in Piraeus. Judges at the headquarters arrange their papers. Venierakis looks behind him. He feels the look of Manolis's father on his back. The old man has got up. Black clothes, white beard. It is moving slowly. No voices or anything. The police for good and for bad have searched for him and have not found anything on him. They let him approach. At half a meter the old man stops. Venierakis looks at him with pity. That's what they say. Who knows if managed to get scared. The old man's hand is lost, it becomes a pistol and bam, bam, bam! The spheres come out together with Cretan words. Lawyers have fallen to the floor. Some fear that the old man will continue to shoot. They are certainly wrong. Revenge does not want unnecessary blood. "Life instead of life". Papadosifos surrenders. He will be tried and will stay in prison for 5 years.

"I never played balloons in the air"

In Kallikrati of Sfakion, in the village of Papadosifos' origin, they will tell you his story, "in company" with another. It was a celebration. A bird sat on the church bell tower, as if provoking the men who were watching from below. Someone in a "black shirt" pulled out a gun and fired. But the bird remained there, unperturbed, looking at the men who had started teasing. The next one who "played" him was luckier. The bird fell to the ground and everyone started laughing. Conversation in conversation the guns came out of the belts again. Seven men were killed that day. The scholar Aris Tsantiropoulos writes that the "seven dead" were in Aradena of Sfakion. And the reason is not was the bird, but the theft of a goat. "The mystery of Crete is deep", Kazantzakis has noted somewhere.

Do you play balloons at parties?

Balloons in the air should not be played. People are killed by mistake. I never played balloons in the air. Never. How many have been injured and how many have been killed? This is madness, it's not right.

Didn't you even play ball in your youth?

No, I was only forced once, when my first son was born, in 1950 and I played. I do not play balloons. I had the pistol, I carried it with me, we were friends, but I did not play. They said to me, "Are you stingy with the bullets ?" I say no, but I do not like it. Play them where you need to play them.

Do you agree with the disarmament they are trying to do?

No, to keep their weapons for their own protection. They can go and rob you, someone can take it from you, anything can be done. If you have it, it's good.

Have you always had a gun at home?

I always had it in my house. I had it and I still have the weapon. No one should not have a gun in their home.