SYNAXARIA OF THE LITTLE HOMELAND

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"I wonder if we'll forget it ever? You will heal from the wounds?"
"Please to don't forget. This fight is from my heart and mind to non-erased. So many sacrifices, so many wasted souls, not one to bear in mind..."
She took her gaze off him and looked at me with eyes teary-Thessaloniki who faded late in the morning mist.
"You're right..." he whispered at the end. "The only tomb of the dead is the hearts of the living..."

Milios, Anthi, little Vasilka, retail candles of the Macedonian slave. A handful of years only their lives, landed in fire and war.
The Virtue and the Luminous, women small country, ταγμένες to match αντρειωμένο for gender and freedom. Grow their souls and cry at the same time. For the child that's lost so unfair one. For the man she loved passionately, and she killed with her own hands the other.
Their team includes Pavlos Melas, Tellos Agras, Captain Kottas, Captain Garefis. Those who sacrificed and rested eternally in the bowels of the Macedonian land, in exchange for thousands of other men and women of our people.
Hagiography of the small country.
Martyrs 'and heroes' blood.
This is their story.