A mother with four children started in 2001 from Sydney, Australia to visit Greece, the land of their ancestors. They took the ferry and in thirty-five minutes they landed at "Guy de Rothschild" Airport, which started from Loutsa and ended in Pikermi. A few days before they started, the mother of the children lost her father. His last wish before dying abroad was this trip. He asked his daughter to take her children, bring them to Athens, take them up to the Acropolis, and on top of the sacred rock, tell his grandchildren the story that you will read. The daughter fulfilled her grandfather's last wish and so with her husband and their four children, they were sitting one afternoon and eating at the... Acropolis! Of course, the Parthenon did not exist! The mushroom of the cloud and the exhaust gases had turned it into a muddy brown copper pulp that emptied it with buckets to fill the potholes of the sidewalks. In place of the lost Temple of Athena, imaginative architects of the gray mourning called "concrete" (or more French) had erected a thirty-meter cylindrical column that slowly rotated a huge dining room at its top! In this room, the family of Greek immigrants was dining when the mother began her narration.