An autobiography that sheds light on some of the most important of the last decades is that of the civil protection minister, With the title: “On the same road” the book of Michael Chrysochoidis describes his personal and political route from the 1960s to today. The book is released from the Patakis publications and Michael Chrysochoidis describes his childhood when he and his father went to the Aliakmon River, which was about ten kilometres from the village, loaded gravel from the banks and then turned the streets, which were dirty and muddy “I remember”, writes, “that when I was thirteen years old and my father had become sick from a record book, which forced him to forty days immobility, I immediately took his place. I took the tractor and the big platform every day, where I loaded some fifty people and took them to the fields to pick up the cotton – there were still no collectors and the work was done by hand – and then I went back to the village because I had to take the bus and go to school.” The Minister of Citizen Protection remembers his friendship and collaboration with composer Christos Nikolopoulos and the battle against terrorism when as Minister of Public Order he then dislocated 17N. There’s an incident when after the explosion in Piraeus, Koufondinas had run to the apartment, took all the money there for an emergency time, filled the bathtub with water and bleach and dipped all the armaments in, thinking it would erase the prints. He also talks about the death of his adjutant George Vasilakis from the explosion inside the ministry. “I didn’t even know if we had been hit by a rocket outside or a bomb exploded next to us. But what had become a great evil, no doubt. It was a nightmare the scene I saw entering his office. He was lying on the floor with his body dismembered. The bomb had exploded in his hands. There are no words to describe the image of my dead adjutant, who was not recognized, an image I will never forget as long as I live […] “The death of George Vasilakis stood for me an unbearable burden of guilt from which I could not recover. This tragedy deeply carved me, it took me months to sleep at night. Today, I still feel inside me carrying this burden. An innocent man was killed in my place, this unfortunately does not change and will forever remain indelible black spot in my soul.”
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