Life is certainly meant to be lived, not to be embalmed with typeset ink. It’s like hermetically sealing a gust of ocean breeze in a vial.

Life is for us to create our own flow, as long as we can take the initiative of movements and not surrender to foreign forces. Instead of recounting our deeds, let us savor each moment with the intensity we had as children, first-class travelers in the earthly adventure, astonished yet innocent of the often melancholic panorama we would later face. If we assemble our autobiography into a few cold pages, it resonates as a premonition of an announced death, both physical and spiritual and psychological.

However, I too slipped into this trap. My only hope is that through the events of my journey, I dare say, the sufferings and struggles of our land are also sketched in a turbulent era. Back when we had a vision for a Greece with social justice, care, and tenderness for all its children. Back when the poet's words burned our souls: “Be the sand and not the oil in the gears of the world.”

The publishing organization Gale Research requested the autobiography of Antonis Samarakis to be written for the series Biographies of Contemporary Writers. It was published in the United States and in England in 1992, translated by the professor of comparative literature at the University of New Orleans, Andrew Horton, and Penny Apostolidis. In October 1992, it was serialized in the newspaper Eleftherotypia.