He walked among us in Omonia, in the center of Athens, in the busiest part of the city. "Where God had brought me," in the Athens Polyclinic, amidst the pain of illnesses and death. Thirty-three years "like a day"! Unnoticed by many. The professor of Medicine K. Alivizatos said to him: "Father, we did not see you, we did not know you. Wow, wow, wow, we've had you for so many years and we didn't know you!" From the rugged desert of Kavsokalyvia, God sent him to the world, to "His lost sheep," to us! To the brothels, he brought—"our own priest"—the light of Christ. He even wanted to go live with the hippies in Matala, of course, without sins. "What we read in the Synaxaria, in the Lives of Saints, and are amazed, we lived, they happened next to us." His speech sweet, deeply theological, poetic, like a novel. A continuous surprise. We are delighted with his words! His amazing gift, a unique case, the fruit of excessive struggle. "The signs of his holy life are legacies for our entire generation"! Much light was sent to us in the darkness where we live. "The light of his star has not yet reached us. We have not understood his words." His fresh spiritual breeze has already begun to blow! Many people are waiting for Saint Porphyrios!