Vakalopoulos played a lot with the depth of childhood, the most incorruptible part of himself. Naturally, there was nothing childish about him, quite the opposite; however, he often gave the impression that he did not live on the surface of himself - he was immersed. The "best" from which he constantly originated when this private crypt of family time, which required prolonged stillness, "heavy" cigarettes as empty passports to the innermost, absolute concentration in a life filter where he listened to the whispers of blood. Where others need to forget, he had an urgent need to remember.