I had trouble finding a place to park....after about twenty minutes I squeezed in a space within short walking distance of the headquarters of the police department. Machine-guns....everywhere....but no voices...maybe one that was a ways across the street where there was a football stadium...the home of a football team more know their hooligans. (The stadium has since moved). There was a line of four people...three men and a woman all receiving little badges to stick on thir clothing admitting them through security. It was my turn now and I handed the officer my identification papers and as he handed them back I asked him where I could go concerning terrorist attacks and putting my sticker on I passed through the metal detector and proceeded to the elevator. A new building with immensely high ceilings...and large plate-glass windows, I felt a little more comfortable, the space giving off an open air atmosphere whereas the little station near our office was confined and dark.....anyway, I was looking for something to take my mind off this unbelievable circumstance.....idiotic.....foolish.....definitely dangerous...I gave up thinking about it long ago...it was all an automated response to what was happening....(I was being attacked and being attacked all the time). I stepped into the elevator....there was one other person who got in with me...he got off on the second floor. The elevator opened on the fourth floor and I got out. Well, there was no one there....a large foyer...a high ceiling...marble floor...a long wooden wall with a closed door on the left and a long wooden wall with one door. on the left. Closed. And a long wooden on the right with one door. Closed. In front of the elevator across the spacious room with the marble floor was a glass partition and a glass door leading to the stairway going both up and down. I think not knowing which way to turn made me not notice immediately the empty table and two folding chairs by the glass door leading to the staircase. It was a few days before the August 15th holiday but someone had to be working here. So my first inclination was that I must have the wrong floor. So I went out the double-glass doors and went down the steps. They were wide and I was relieved that I didn't have to pinch myself along the usual slippery marble Escher winding steps ne finds everywhere...my knees were shaking a little bit and I was emotionally tired. These steps were wide enough to walk their handcuffed captives up the steps as they wore their anti-terrorist armor. This train of thought was not helping me now either...but I noticed everything...I walked two flights down...the same situation...all the offices were behind these protective wooden walls.....partitions actually..they were only some 12 feet high.....like honeycombes. I walked another flight of stairs and I was on the ground floor again...Really....what was I doing!!??? I didn't feel like going into the elevator again....and I didn't want to ask anyone again what I was looking for
So I started back up the stairs...arriving at the fourth floor...opening the glass door iI went into the foyer again...and walked to the closed door on my right which would be the side of the main street in which I entered the building. It was locked. I lightly knocked on it but nothing. I was sure that if anyone could have heard it they would have answered it so I didn't attempt to knock again. I was really beginning to feel lost.....almost like crying...is this or is this not the floor that can help me concerning terrorism? I sat down on one of the folding chairs and I knew as I sat down I had to be careful because my experience with folding chairs was not so good....they were never the proper weight and I just wanted to slump now in a seating position....I had to remain tight and focus my mind and body onbeing able to rest for a moment here on this floor on this chair. I sat and sure enough the chair spread its legs to the breaking point and stopped...i was resting and could enjoy immobility for the moment...no voices...but heavy manly sounds...nowhere especially....but reverberating off the marble...low tones not like the nasal voice.....
Suddenly the knob on the wooden door turned and the wooden wall not being so thick sort of vibrated....as the door was pulled back to let out a tall individual without uniform carrying papers and for a moment I thought the door had a hydraulic hinge where the door would close by itself because he was closing the door slowly checking the papers, one hand on the door knob and when he looked up and saw me he was so surprised that he pulled on the door like there was a force keeping it from shutting. Almost like slow motion I viewed these incidents...He didn't say anything...the sound of his shoes on the marble filing the hall. He took the elevator to another floor. In a few minutes a man, also without police uniform walked by the little empty table I was sitting to the door the other man came out of and went inside. Soon that man came back outside with a man and a woman both in police uniform. They stood in the middle of the large space laughing and smiling, the two men patting each other on the shoulder now and then...the police woman sat on the other folding chair. After about five minutes I asked her if there was someone I could talk tro...she asked me what explicitly did I want?
At not wanting to seem in a hurry, as I did have so many other things to do.....I tried politely and ernestly to explain that I was being followed by "terrorists" and the Athens Security Branch recommended I speak with someone here in this department before they could continue to process the necessary proceedure. She politely asked me to wait a moment...disappeared behind the protective panelling and into the corridor of offices behind that overlooked the main street. Within five minutes she returned with a plained clothes policeman, tall and athletic looking who asked me to follow him. I got up from the chair carefully trying not to make a screeching noise on the marble floor and began following him past the elevators to the other side of the building, past a small kiok with the smell of coffee coming form inside, down a long corridor of offices on the left, he stopped, unlocked the door, we went in and turn the light on in the initial first little room and then went to the left side through a door into another room , larger romm - large like a conference room with a long table and about 8 chairs. I noticed the ashtrays, empty, but dirty with baked on ashes, because I smelled them immediately before I focused my eyes on them. He raised the blind giving the room some light and kindly asked me to sit down. He opened a small note pad and took his pen from his shirt pocket and looked at me and said, "Now, tell me what it is that is concerning you." I explained the situation and he said to go back to the Central Office in Athens, which was right next to our Studio and that he would inform them that I was coming to make a statement I could make a warrant there, what the Greeks called an "Agnosto Minisie" which is when someone is following you but you don't know who and you believe your life might be in danger. - and they would assign detectives to confer with. I thanked him and left. Having to park the car at home and walk to our studio would take another 2 hours and I had to really alot my time...I could not become caught in throwing away time....we were making money...we owed money and the business was in no way involved with these subjects requiring detectives so why was it so necessary to seek them out?
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