In the address you said boss-boss now here we laugh .
You really were not a boss for any of us, You were in charge of every urban planning issue, you were a boss in trouble,the unsolved for many.
Having the cognitive level that few people can cultivate,to deepen,to combine,to remember (art….Par…p.. ),to substantiate,to solve.
Always immovable (what makes acceptance more difficult ) now in the office, immediately in Galatini for an autopsy and easily in the Zone in Pentalofos. You plowed Boio, you loved it with exaggeration.
We typed your documents and were speechless with the content.
They were not dry service but at the same time anthropological, sociologically with principles of psychology, historical references, words of great (sometimes with exaggeration).
I kept a file of the most important ones “Dwarfs” as I said. You were arrogant about your children, how much Petros looks like you, you said you would be better than me, how Nikos was overthrown, Dimitris, your eyes laughed when they reported to Christos your weakness.
Always admitting how good a mother Maritsa is. How will the “Honey” who was unhappy to live your escape;
You wanted to drink a coffee in Dotsiko before retirement, but we did not catch George.
From tomorrow, nothing will be the same, the Service was poor. The city of Siatista,the municipality, the Region itself.
Private engineers have lost the confidence that you will find a solution.
We are “your girls” we lost the CHIEF , the friend ,the teacher.