Zacharias Papantoniou,
The High Mountains — Old Athanase
“ What was lacking with his letters, old Athanase had in his head. Nobody cheated him, but he cheated no-one either. His word was his bond. When he goes down to the town – because he does go to the town once a year, at Easter – he takes up all the road and people turn to look at him with his stick. ”
