U prohladnom sumraku blijedećeg oktobarskog svjetla, s metlom u ruci i pogledom uperenim dolje ka sivom betonu koji čisti, Theodoros Dalis radi ispred svoje skromne knjigoveznice u industrijskoj zoni zapadno od Atine.
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.