“You know very well […] that my soul is stuck at this fateful crossroads, undecided whether to follow the path that will lead me to glory or to ruin. I’ve written to you, to the point of boredom, so many times about the desperate situation of my family.

To go down to Greece now and pursue a career as a musician in that cemetery, my success is certain. But I lose the continuity of my studies, and it is so annoying, so unbearable, absurd I assure you, to sign at the age of 21 my sentence to a spiritual and musical death. If I continue my studies, I must once and for all discard the idea of my return to Athens […].

And what about my loved ones? They will gradually fade away, dragging the peace of my conscience into their demise […]. And of course, I will follow the second path even if I have nothing guaranteed. After all, it is so beautiful and ideal to die defending the “Spanish tower” of one’s childhood dreams.” Letter to Nelly Askitoopoulou, 06/07/1925