This guy, almost thirty years voluntarily confined to two rooms, one in Kifisia and one in Parga, had opened windows to the whole world for me.

He had taken me to the land of the Visigoths, to Mexico, to Kathmandu, to Metz, and to Puerto Rico. Together we had set up barricades in Paris in May '68, we had climbed onto the cart with Rosa Luxemburg, we sailed with the crowd of Sinbad, from the Taj Mahal to the Depot and from Parga to Jorge d'Alvarado Square.