This book of photographs, interviews, theater programs, dear reader, is not made of paper like all other books. Its pages came out of the dust of antiquarian bookstores. And I want to thank them all, as well as the authors - critics - journalists of the articles. I took Mrs. Gia's "vehicle" from Solonos and arrived at the underground of Hephaestus. I bargained with old Nasiotis, and found myself in Astiggos. There, the popular Marinos with his kind wife (Marinos, just call me "Marinos", leave the "sir" aside), smiling next to him Dinos, something must have kept for me and the kids at the record store, Kostas and Angelos, they will tell me a hundred lies to see me longing (how they supposedly found something new for me) and one time the truth: - Come, we found you "Horn". [...]
The Actor of light and the voice of shivering is the match in the gunpowder that explodes to make the palms of the audience turn red [...]

(from the curator's introduction)