My enthusiasm to return to Greece after ten years makes me lose the sense of time. But I don't forget the date of the show and I'm ready for another evening of songs with Nana. While the theatre is filling up, the spectators discuss between themselves. Some express their joy of attending this new concert. Others are impressed that after 80 years of age Nana continues to perform. Among them, we notice several admirers wearing a white t-shirt with her name and her glasses. During the previous days, I had the opportunity to share a meal with some of them. Whether Greek, American, French, Italian or German, these are all friendships created thanks to Nana's music. In the crowd, we can also see her sister Jenny and her niece Aliki Katsarou.

In 1984, she made her grand return in her own country. In the sequences, she comes on stage and sings a capella Schubert's "Ave Maria". The 2008 concert marked the end of her world tours. Moved, Nana waves her public for a long time. These two great moments lived with her compatriots are immortalized on film. I feel fortunate to be in this mythical place located at the foot of the Acropolis.

While the eyes of the 5,000 spectators are riveted on the two giant screens, the orchestral music takes over delicately. Once the projection is over, we are plunged into the night. Under the spotlights, Nana is greeted by her percussionist who streches out his hand. She wears the same black tunic as in Montreal, with sleeves embroidered with fine laces. Alone in front of her microphone, she starts with a classical melody, "Gloria eterna" by Handel. Through much of the evening, her emotions are palpable. We can understand her; Nana is at home and before her compatriots. Probably to better manage her stage fright, she adds humor in her speeches. The audience, warm, listens to her with admiration and respect. Everyone is proud of her and knows that for 60 years she promotes Greek music in the world.

Although recently I have attended many of her concerts, Nana still surprises me. I am struck by "To pedi me tou tambourlo" accompanied by the vibrating tam tam of the musicians. What about her rendition of "Forever young"! And of course, "Le ciel est noir", an essential that captivates me from the beginning to the final crescendo. I am also impressed by the crowd singing with her. Their whisper is perfectly audible during light music accompaniments as it's the case for "Pame mia volta sto fengari" and "Hartino to fengaraki". After the concert, some fans will tell me that they have greatly appreciated that she sings less common titles such as "Ki' an tha dispasis jia nero", "Xero kapio asteri" and "To pelago ine vathi". I agree with them.

A few days before the concert, I went to visit the island. As I passed his house, a man came out. Intrigued, I asked him if it was possible to visit it and if it had been sold. He shook his head with a smile. I told him that I am a Quebecer. Me too, he replied. While he was waiting for his little boy who was following him, I asked him if he could take a picture of me in front of the street name. He kindly accepted. Then, I understood: «Ah!, but you are his son!» Yes, he replied. As he gave me back my camera, I marveled at his presence. Then, he slowly walked away while wishing me a pleasant stay. This man, freshly shaved and impeccably combed, probably went out for dinner. And yet, if I had not spoken to him, I would never have guessed who he is. Thank you Adam Cohen for these few moments of happiness!