"Discipline is the soul of an army. It makes small numbers formidable; procures success to the weak, and esteem to all."
- George Washington
The weather of the Greek Peninsula is getting increasingly cold with each year, despite the fact that it already near early spring. White smog appeared out of people's mouth as they breathes. The lucid moon hangs high above the skylines, like an eye from the Heaven shining onto the ground beneath, like a watchful mother looking at all forms of lives sleeping soundly beneath the sky. The time now is already late into night, when everyone is supposed to be already in their sweet dreams. But not for this village outside Kastoria, as a group of men consisting of a hundred plus people kneeled on the icy muddy floor, while another group of people of all shapes and ages stood watching in a circle nearby.
The rain has stopped.
