Andreas Savidis sees the people around him as characters in some book. He observes them, involves them in situations, studies them and recreates them for his οwn personal use. His writing activities are simply a way of living by escaping and the falsification of ordinary everyday life both relieves and entertains him. For him there is nο such thing as pure invention. Life and the need for reconstruction appear inseparable to his way of thinking and experience, a point of view that determines his dealings with the other characters: the mailman, the nurse, his brother, his mother, his friend, his young colleague in the library. His pen wοn't hesitate to make literary heroes of the first two, at the expense, however, of their individual emotional interests.