Lakis Gavalas
It was the end of November when, as a fetus, I decided to seek refuge in the abdomen of Giovanni Gavala who kept me there with the best care for nine whole months… I thanked her for the first time after six months of learning to say "mom" and hug Σε She breastfed me for two and a half years and this is a supply for me even today in my seventies… In my journey I had as a driving force sometimes wings and sometimes gears, batteries and accelerator κα I surrendered to Morpheus's arms only after I had first touched my favorite mattress . I woke up with the whistle of rest when she was tired of "hosting" me. I died only from laughter and I lived to live today… The memory and remembrance is in the hands of death, which is still displaced by my positive energy… I will become a book because only then a life can be squeezed into a shelf, because this is the only way anyone can browse you, this is the only way they can light you for their fireplace, this is the only way they can make you more widely known… Good reading.
