"They are of the breed of brave men, and they are also of the breed of brave boys. You observe and enjoy everything in life within its surroundings. However, within them there is a purpose that governs them, and it is this purpose that gives them their meaning. Every fruit needs the earth and its climate to ripen, it also needs a mouth to suckle it. Every ship needs its waters to sail, but its fate, there in a distant harbor, stands and waits for it. That's how it is. Only Vasilis Arvanitis, who stood in my childhood dreams as the archangel of bravery, so many years passed over me, in the midst of my focus, and yet I could not understand the wonder of his passion. What he was seeking, where he was heading, and what he believed. And only now, when the longing matured in my soul and time anchored my manhood, did I understand him..."