This time no head turned to look at him. A man of average height, about 1.73 meters, who was rinsing glasses in the sink behind the counter, appeared wiping his wet hands on his brown apron. At first glance, he looked like a young man, with thick brown hair, without a single gray strand, brisk movements, and lively eyes. But if you looked more closely, you could see that he was well past his prime.
The man looked undecidedly at the boss with puzzled eyes, as if asking what he should do. "Bring him, Lolio, another carafe until he’s completely drunk and then we’ll carry him home again," Giorgis said to him. He went behind the counter, filled a carafe, and then moved towards them. As he walked, his slight stoop curved his body leaning more to one side while cutting down his height that he didn’t have in excess. Yet his step was steady and it didn’t seem to bother him or attract anyone’s attention.
Approaching the table, he placed the order in front of the hunched man trying to smile. "Thank you, Lolio… you’re the only one who understands me, aren’t you?" Thanasis said and filled his glass. Lolio smiled now more broadly and nodded repeatedly, as if telling him "stay strong." "May God keep you well," Thanasis said trying to smile faintly. In vain.
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