Calling at a friend

As my time here in Chania is closing down. not instantly, but next month I'll be away from here again; so I go by from friends again and we say "so long and till next time" 
We know one another since 45 years and she told me "life flies by and when young I never understood those words, but now I know it's true". 
She spoke to me of her youth in Galatas (the village where composer Mikis Theodorakis has his grave, as his father originates from this same village) Katerina was born in 1944 and recalls that her mother and her grandmother and most people around her as young child often spoke of the hard years they'd lived under the German occupation during WW II ~ stories she then could not understand, but later on in life did learn to interprete. 
NOwadays she's afraid of going outdoors, she walks poorly now and fears being attacked in the streets by a stranger, an illegal immigrant, of whom many roam Crete and Chania... I do see foreigners who seem to stay here illegally; sleeping in self-made sheds, or in empty houses; begging for money at the cross-roads where traffic-lights halt on cardrivers. And my friend now, fears the illegals as if they were animals of prey... such a shame that fear feeds phantasies. On the other hand, it was lovely to see Katerina again! 

Yester backblip