-Mr. Tsoklis, I would like you to take us to Tinos. Which is your favorite time on the island?
– Ah my friend. There is no longer either Tinos or time. Because my passion for creation it swallows them. As the years go by – don’t let my words frighten you – life before my eyes gets confused, passing from one era to another as we pass from the multicultural era to the monocultural one. The wonderful mornings on the island are starting to look so much like the gloomy afternoons and hot afternoons that I lose track of time and place and search for their common denominator.
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