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nothing to justify the name, for although it was a broad treelined avenue, it offered nothing worthwhile for sale. No native
crafts of any kind were on display, and its shops were shabby.
A young Greek looked at me, anticipating my question. "I
have not worked for a year because there is no work," he said
resignedly. "There is no commerce. The frontiers are closed
to trade. Alexandropolis is a blind alley. It is the end of the
world for a young man. We live only to waste away."
King George boulevard was filled with slogans of the day: