The last shepherd,
of Athens suburban, his name is Stavros. Mr Stavros is this kind of man with full of useful knowledge and his wise reflected through the path of his hard life..the life of a shepherd. He is about 65 years old. From the first moment he welcomed me and i understood that he had the need to have a talk…not far away from us his older brother, Mr Yannis was lying on the grass. Do u see him? he told me, he is sick.. smoking almost killed him, he will die soon, he is almost unable to walk. Go tell him something, this bastard doesn’t listen to me anymore. We kept talking for about 15-20 minutes. In the meanwhile he was swearing and screaming at his animals and to his brother. While I was leaving I promised him that i will be back someday and bring him tsipouro. A greek traditional drink, he loves it..