Graham Miller



Hearts – Giorgos

Visits and an overnight stay once a week in the family home were encouraged and whilst I was living in Eleni Gyra’  it was the turn of Giorgos and Theothora. I joined them on the bus, with the rest of the group, as it wound its way down from the mountains.

I could see the excitement build the closer we came to their respective houses.

Giorgos raced at full speed up the driveway to meet his father, a retired priest, only to then stop, rock back on his heels and stare at his dad almost as if not to recognise him.

I’d often see Giorgos stop and think deeply as if preparing himself before almost everything that he did.  That day was different in that he had ran up the driveway without hesitation.