I had a wonderful time that afternoon! I listened to her talk, laugh happily, describe situations from her life, pranks she played in the past with her friends. She was the center of the group. Despite the hilarity that characterized her narration, I discerned other things in her eyes. I felt that the woman in front of me had more to say beyond the pranks. I looked at her and thought about how beautiful she must have been in her youth and how full of energy and life. I wished I had met her earlier. We decided to meet again at my house this time. I owed a dinner too. And we met. Matoula came, Panagiotis Gerodimos, Giorgos Vogiatzis, and Diana. A lovely group. Matoula started again to describe in her vivid way stories and pranks from the past. I listened to her, and a crazy idea stuck in my head. Maybe because she looked at me intensely while she spoke, maybe because I felt she wanted to tell me something more beyond the pranks she described, I thought that all this should somehow be recorded. And what better than a book! I don't remember which of us suggested it first! Was it her? Me? It doesn't matter! What matters is that we communicated in a unique way! Do you really want to? I asked her. Yes, she replied, and we didn't need to say anything else.