CHAPTER SEVEN“Where are you – taking me?” she called out again, trying to keep her voice steady.
The man sitting opposite to her did not answer and after a moment she enquired in a more frightened tone,
“Please tell me – why you are doing this to me?”
Maybe because she sounded rather pathetic the man replied,
“Your husband. Very rich, we want money!”
Lola looked at him and was certain that he was not an Italian, as there was something about him that seemed rather coarse.
Suddenly she said, almost thinking aloud,
“Are you Macedonian?”
To her surprise the man gave her what might have been called a smile.
“That right. I Macedonian partisan.”
Lola felt a fear shake her and she now understood what was happening.
The Macedonians had been fighting for centuries and they had in fact bee
