A storm of flames and smoke grenades has surrounded the sanctuary of the Law School of the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki. Two children in love, holding hands, walk through the fire, carefree and undisturbed, with only their love as a shield. They bleed, they fall, they rise again, with one voice and one song, in the face of the brutality of those who with their criminal beliefs have bathed an entire people in blood and led them to mourning. In this blood-stained place, the heroes of the book live and move. One of them, little Korinaki, will be heard saying: "Why are they destroying my dreams? I am only six years old and I ask to see my father alive." This image of the six-year-old child will remain indelible in your memory. And just as I carry it with me, with a torn red coat, so too, for a long time and without wanting it, you will have it in front of you.