Other than at weekends! Every Saturday and Sunday from early afternoon until late at night many times was dedicated, with sacred anyone would say reverence,The tales our εξιστορούσαν grandfather and her grandmother Έλλης. Στρωνόμασταν there in front on their feet on the floor of the large wooden terrace,Ρουφώντας word-word the eerie stories from ruptured implants would tell always together the two of them, taking the floor when one when the other.It looked like a nativity play which sped the scene an old wooden platform just for us, and nothing had the power to distract us from this traditional adventure in storybook.
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