Spiros will be his father's son at last.
Having lived without routine, he learned its pleasures; when rain and wind beat at him, he prized the knowledge that he had somewhere to go each day, each one born in the hope of something better. To a frowning Eleni he said, “Look, soon this will add up to something big. You – you yourself should look outside. See, we live in a city three thousand years old. It’s got a castle and a theatre and a Roman fortress. From here we stare across to Italy; we got to make the most of it.” But what, and how, he could not explain.
I got to get in you the feeling of being a proper Greek, never to forget you live at the heart of ancient Greece where Persian wars were fought.