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 oktobarske svetlosti, sa metlom u ruci i pogledom nadole, ka sivom betonu koji briše, Teodoros Dalis radi ispred svoje skromne radnje za ukoričavanje knjiga u industrijskoj zoni zapadno od Atine.