It was 3.15 in the morning. I'd been sitting for five-and-a-half hours, in clouds of cigar smoke, inside the executive lounge of the Georgios Kairaskakis Stadium, waiting for my final audience with the King of Piraeus.
It was 3.15 in the morning. I'd been sitting for five-and-a-half hours, in clouds of cigar smoke, inside the executive lounge of the Georgios Kairaskakis Stadium, waiting for my final audience with the King of Piraeus.
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