The drunk men rolled in the muddy road

the old guerilla sang among sobs and saliva

Hail to you ELAS* for Hellas

until the army police took him.

Sophianos was crawling next to me

stinking of ouzo and yelling in the empty room

I turned into a traitor for a 48 hour release

expel me from your company, expel me

and I held his forehead so he could throw up.