Yesterday, in front of the house, an old man of the neighborhood spoke to me.
He was speaking greek endlessly, Loukas came to translate. Nikolaos simply wanted to meet us.
Loukas proposed to visit him for a coffee, but he answered that he could not welcome us:
he has no woman to prepare the coffee. 

This morning, he came back. The bulgarian housekeeper is here, so she can make the coffee.
So here we are, in Nikolaos's garden. He is a happy 93 years old man, smiley, open.
He talks about his wife that died last year, shows pictures of his parents and makes us visit
the house until the last cupboard. Maria, his sister living in the next house, comes to peel beans
next to us and checks who we are. When she understands that there is no danger,
she brings us a box of sweets.