As the author states in the introduction, "The Metapolitefsi is often said to have sealed the recent history of the country. For many of us, it sealed our lives. We may now use the indefinite tense when referring to it, but this should not make us ignore the fact that this period brought us to the core of developed countries and also made us the kind of people we are today." A tribute to the most hopeful period of recent years, which was later criticized for what it did not achieve, that "something else" that always came but never arrived, the transitional state that lasted longer than it should have. Nevertheless, "it became our mirror, which we called distorted because it suited us, but it was indeed us - and in the last years of the crisis, under harsh lighting. We hated it for that reason..." "I waited a bit. I decided to go down. When I stood at the door of the small room, I saw my father embracing Mr. Antonis's head and crying silently, dryly. He was whispering something to him. I think he said to him many times, 'For whom, my Antonis? For whom? For the Vlantades?' At some point, he let him go calmly and turned towards the door. He passed by me and went out into the clean, somewhat cold air of the courtyard. As soon as he stepped on the first step of the iron spiral staircase, he turned and fixed his gaze on me. 'If you get involved in politics, I will tear you apart alive,' he said and left me to follow him silently, from a safe distance." The days of '74 as experienced by the author in Athens: a large popular settlement that surrounded the "invisible walls" of the triangle of power Syntagma - Omonia - Kolonaki and renewed itself every year, every month with people of all kinds from all over the country. In this great "metropolitan melting pot," a true Democracy was seen to function: the Democracy of football. And before and after July '74, whoever knew how to play football would play in the neighborhood. Whoever didn't know had to prove that they wanted to learn. No one could exclude anyone.