I was seven years old on July 24, 1974, as Thessaloniki celebrated, and the chant “he’s coming!” sounded from cars, the streets and balconies. The optimism of those days was vindicated.
I was seven years old on July 24, 1974, as Thessaloniki celebrated, and the chant “he’s coming!” sounded from cars, the streets and balconies. The optimism of those days was vindicated.