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| I remember as a child seeing this fella walking down the road in Dizney near the church. He startled and scared me as his beard was down to his chest his hair was long and stragling. My dad pronounced his last name as companyaidi. His name did not come easily to the lips of local people. He raised grapes and made home made wine in his homeland fashion on top of the mountain where he lived. He was murdered by individuals who lived in the area, but they were never caught and prosecuted. |