A woman reports that part of her marriage contract was to work and she reports the difficulties, as well as the lessons of working behaviour which she received from her husband. C.Κ.: Eh, they began to… where are we going to work? At a factory, of course. I didn’t like sewing at all. At all!
RE.: What kind of factory? C.Κ.: For clothes they sewed, coats. So, they took me to a factory where they were sewing. They said I was experienced. What experience did I have with these machines? I knew a bit of sewing by hand, a hemming, a mending, a… repair, but I didn’t know sewing. Eh, they took me. Eh, Stelios felt very good that I’ll go to work. We had to work. RE.: Mhm… C.Κ.: When he took me to work and I don’t know what, he puts me on the machine. “Ah!” says Stelios, “If you go, whatever they tell you, you’ll be saying “Thank you”. “Thank you”. Eh, “Thank you” I’ll say, I guess. I didn’t know any English whatsoever. RE.: And French? C.Κ.: Not at all! Nothing! Only Greek. RE: Ah, ok! C.Κ.: When they took me to the factory, they put me on the machine, the machines were electric, we didn’t have any electricity at the village. RE.: Hm... C.Κ.: It was with the lamp we were lighting up, we didn’t have light. Eh, he puts the machine on full. I break threads, needles… Aah! There comes the supervisor. The woman didn’t say anything. She put it through, she repaired it, she gave me a little rag to make from side to side. I couldn’t do any of this. She says “Stupid!”, “Stupid!”. “Thank you” I respond, I didn’t know what she was saying. Again, she was getting angry. “Stupid!”. Even more. “Thank you”, I continued. The more I was telling her “Thank you”, the angrier she was getting. But I didn’t know.
