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Vacation without Tsironis. The decades-long president of the Varvakeio butchers agora, “Kleanthis” to his friends, passed away, almost in his 70s, after a 20-day hospitalization in the ICU of “Sotiria”. The coronavirus does not know from cult figures, it does not matter who will tell the cameras the price of turkey this Christmas. One more reason: Cleanthes suffered from diabetes, he belongs to the category of those who left with an underlying disease. Relentless Covid – 19.
An authentic and timeless figure from Varvakeio: it is not easy to identify his name, his existence with a professional field. Those who had experienced it insist that Tsironis masterfully balanced the laws of the market and the rules of the market.
I knew of many ice cream cones with meat labeled “ROM”, supposedly from Roumeli, the odi of Romania. He knew the tricks they applied to the balance. Almost 55 years of career in the cutting of logs and sticks, it is impossible not to know, you have seen everything they say. But he was a nice guy, kimbaris from …
He got up awkwardly, around three o’clock, to be at his post in the Central Meat Market, picking up, checking, hanging the merchandise in the store. He was constantly circulating with a cup of tea in hand. He made his presence felt in the noise of the bazaar, with a hiss. And at noon, he often drank his bream often. Broken voice, lots of laughs and endless theater, about lambs and pigs.
You didn’t see him in a dirty apron, nothing about him looked like a slaughterhouse: Giannis Sgouros had asked him since he became prefect, for obvious reasons, to be a boy and an underdog. And they did. There was also Atanasia, his beloved wife who had him close by, the main butcher did not circulate in a bloody suit. Especially with Sgouros, it turned out that they had chemistry, little by little they became friends with the family, in the elections of 2010, 2014, but also in 2019, the “president” came down with his combination in the local elections.
Along with her family, Athanasia and her two daughters, her friends, Tsironis are already mourning journalists and television crews. There was no December and spring, Christmas and Easter, or swan Thursdays, without the president near him, without a price per kilo plan. “Here, the good product.”
At one point he himself gave lambs to the channels, and these in turn were drawn to the world, the viewers, especially the morning shows, sometimes even the radio. How many lambs, you know, Varvakeio supply …
However, Tsironis will take with him to the other world, Varvakeio’s great secret. The enigma of philanthropic women dressed in black: “Robben”, who were hurrying in luxury cars to the Athena street market, at a time when Greece was complaining about the memorandums and the holiday bills seemed out of necessity. Tsironis had witnessed many charities, his “get more meat, man, I pay”. I bet he had seen them without braces, knew how and why. But his lips were sealed. “50,000 euros were liquidated in the fund,” he explains in the report. Although originally from the French, Kilkis, he had expressed the desire to be buried in his own “paradise”, Eleonas, Ilia, the place of his wife, where they had created their family refuge.
“Bag”
“Tsironis was a daily stock market.” I used to tell you when people have no money, “Sgouros told Protagon, telling some stories starring the two of them.” Once, in one of our television meetings, he accused me It was hard to send two women to Varvakeio with stilettos for inspection, but when I replied that the next day I would make sure they were wearing wellies, he laughed.
“The check was a check (he had once fined him 30,000 euros), but friendship was a friendship, and puns were puns. Cleantes was a gang man, but above all he was a man.” And that always counts, especially when you leave life.
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