I will tell you a story from my childhood. Once, when I was young, 9 years old. There were no large shops at the time, grocery stores and things like that. And here in Axos, there is an area called Axos, the 5th School is there. They used to hold a market there. All the villagers would go, and sell their produce and other things they made at home. And people would go and shop there. I was young, and I would go to watch. In the meanwhile, I, who was 9 at the time, had gone to a bakery and they gave me a board on which I piled the ‘koulouria’ (bread rings) and I went to the market in the morning, at 5 o’clock, and sold them. To make a drachma, to buy some bread to take home for my family to eat. Because we were 5 children. So I, the youngest, sold bread rings. I then went to the army and sold bread rings. There was a big army camp here, with many soldiers. And I took my board with the bread rings and went there to sell them. To make a drachma and buy a bit of bread. Once, long ago, I came down from Kaminia. Where I was born, where I grew up.