Saturday morning in Vrilissia, short after 11 o’ clock: a man walks on the street. Suddenly he hides himself in the bushes. Flames arise from the green, screams are to be heard.
Saturday morning in Vrilissia, short after 11 o’ clock: a man walks on the street. Suddenly he hides himself in the bushes. Flames arise from the green, screams are to be heard.