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The Military Diktatorship Is Falling
i never liked crowds a as a young person, but my mother always said she felt safer in large crowds. And yes, just as you describe the am the dictatorship is falling. It's the summer of seventy four. So i'm twelve, my brother, dmetrius, ten, and my mother, who really was devoted to our education. We were by then growing up in washington, d c, and she's to take us to civil rights marches. But later that evening, the exiled prime minister, constantinos caramalis was going to return to s by jet from france. The junta had sent a men out into the streets, armed men, trucks and tanks