My name is Manos , and I’ve lived my whole life in Patras, a city that has the energy of a port, the warmth of a neighborhood, and the soul of an old storyteller. I run a small family shop in the center, handed down to me by my father, who took it over from my grandfather before him. Every morning when I roll up the metal shutters, I’m reminded that my roots go deeper than the concrete of the street. Patras is not a city you just live in, it’s a city that lives in you.