In the last days of that November, my grandfather had put himself forward for St. John's. So he calls me home and tells me: "You should know, Stamatios, this Sunday is for Christ, the next one is for the Virgin Mary, and the third one is mine."

I didn’t pay much attention, you see Christmas was approaching, so I imagined it was some religious delirium. As the wise man says - I have no idea who - when you speak to God it is prayer; when He speaks to you, it is schizophrenia.