In the cool dim of a fading October light, a broom in his hand, his glance cast downwards towards the grey concrete he sweeps, Theodoros Dalis works outside his modest bookbinding business in an industrial area just west of Athens.
U hladnoj izmaglici iščezavajuće listopadske svjetlosti, s metlom u ruci i pogledom spuštenim prema sivom betonu koji briše, Theodoros Dalis radi ispred svoje skromne knjigovežnice u industrijskom području zapadno od Atene.