Eagle in Charilaou

Can one in a few minutes of the hour dream his memories without disturbing the correct order of events, and the real roles of their protagonists? Difficult... Dinos, raised in the Chariliotiki neighborhoods and later in Markou Botsaris, lived in the era of black and white television, comics, discos, board and street games, billiards, chasing and the ball. His first heartbeats, unfulfilled and unfulfilled, unfolded between Thessaloniki, Nea Skioni and Komotini. The promising childhood love that, curiously, disappeared after the Panhellenic exams and reappeared years later, is a constant concern. A football fan, he caught up with the pure sports fan years when opposing fans still sat side by side in the stands of the stadium, but also with the later era of intolerant and foreign hooliganism. Mature, now, he reminisces, concluding that the "journey" counts more than "Ithaca". How is it worth reminiscing about all those "false and real" things that either really happened or simply made an uninvited hole in the chamber of memories and highlight the sweet taste of youth as the healing balm for the wounds of maturity. But, at the same time, a necessary response to an outrageous Balkan lie...