Fall 1992. I was 17 and walking down the central square of Thessaloniki (map 1: 1), the second largest city after the capital of Greece Athens (map 1: 2). I was going to my Sunday math class as I was preparing for my university entrance exams, and my days were rather dull studying hard, as was that windy autumn day. While reaching my final destination, I had my first ear- contact with a sound which would haunt me from that day on for several years. There, in the centre of the square, was an old person playing, what I believed to be at that time, a bagpipe. In my little musical universe, bagpipes existed only in Scotland, so this experience was stored as my first real encounter with a Scottish bagpipe. I did not know much, back then, growing up in the grey urban environment of Thessaloniki.
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