He traveled kilometers with his old bicycle in rain and wind, in scorching heat and humidity. He passed through valleys and mountain passes, climbed hills, crossed plains and big cities, exhausted and indomitable, to warn, to preach repentance. With his prophetic vision, he saw the dark cloud approaching menacingly and ran to prevent the evil. He saw the northern shores turning black from enemy ships, the Turks advancing relentlessly, spreading destruction and horror... and even further, the stone years of displacement, prosperity, and crisis, until the hour of Cyprus' liberation and the recapture of the City. He, the unknown cosmokaloger of Avgasida, the mournful bird of God, the humble yet wise teacher, a sanctified figure of Cyprus.