Insulated from mainstream Greece we had little means of following the turmoil on the mainland that had gripped the nation in the wake of the Colonel’s coup d’état on 21 April 1967. Reports circulated of mass arrests and torture by the Junta.
On arriving in Athens it became immediately clear that things were terribly wrong. Student protests had been viciously surpressed in Omonia Square just the day before and teargas hung in the subways.
In this climate we met Markos, the comb seller, whose pitch everyday outside the main station displayed a dazzling array of combs spread on the pavement.
Neville Hunt about 2 years ago
Sounds rather hairy.