A woman reports that her children complained, because they didn’t like the
toast bread they were offered at the port of Halifax.
S.Κ.: We disembarked in Halifax.
S.Κ.: We said “Bread! Bread!” we said. “Where’s the
bread?”. My children were crying!
S.Κ.: “Bread, mum! Bread!”.
Res.: How old were the children?
S.Κ.: Vangelis was four and Soula was two!
Res.: Ok. Were they little?
S.Κ.: And then… bread where? A Greek understood us over
there. “What do you want?” says he. “What do the children want and they’re
crying?” I say “They want bread, but they don’t like toast” I say!
S.Κ.: “No” he says “Mum!”.
Res.: That soft!
S.Κ.: “I want bread! Bread! This isn’t any good!”
Vangelis was saying.