The house was much bigger” she hears Aunt Malama. “The upper part was all wooden, spacious oasis that protruded from the ground floor. It hosted engagements and weddings and many parties. An old Turkish house.

1924/1925. Michalios from Vourla and Malama from Alatsata in Asia Minor set up their household in this house. Michalios left quickly. Then came the urban sprawl. The road became bare and raised and the house dried up. But the owner’s heart did not shrink. She became a big hug full of love for her nephews, for the children of the neighborhood, for the children of the world. He always had something to kiss them, always made sure to warm their wet feet from the rain…

Today, the relatively newly built – it was rebuilt in the 1990s – but tastefully renovated building, with modern amenities, could not be anything other than a welcoming place having taken on the aura and warmth of Auntie Malamas. Those who still remember her, passing by, leave a smile and a wetted look at the sign that says: Aunt Malama’s place.

A visitor