While there lines are printed Sakis is moving through the corridors of the magazine's offices (he has been here for hours) and is downloading via his laptop, photographs from Istanbul, he is saying hello to everyone and signing autographs. Hundreds of autographs. Not to his faithful fans that found out he was going to be in Neo Iraklio but to employees of our magazine. And not just one for each, but scores for mothers buddies, cousins etc. He is laughing a lot. His jeans were probably designed for him. "it feels like it's some sort of holiday" says an art director. And in fact it is. We are all pretending that we have urgent business or that we are looking for someone right next to where he is standing, and just as we pass by we say "Hiiiii". We are playing it cool. I mean we are not "Rouvitses" now, are we? Considering that it took Sakis 50 minutes to cross 10 meters towards the elevators from one floor to another, I guess we most definitely are, almost all the Greeks aged between 4 and 84 are "rouvitses" nowadays. All that was needed was Esc 2004, "Shake it" and 86% off all the Greek viewers to give Sakis the title that was rightfully his for quite some time. You know what, I think "Rouvitses" are wise. They knew that a long time ago.