A huge banner held by students, facing the windows of the small building of the Greek Embassy on Via Gioachino Rossini -look, friend, coincidence: the street is called Via Rossini- cries out: Salviamo La Vita Di Theodorakis!: Let’s save Theodorakis’ life!

A Spaniard, climbing the embassy's railings, recites Lorca. The Portuguese stand aside all together and, who knows, think of their own prisoners rotting for thirty-five years now in Salazar’s jails.

The most moving, silent protest I have ever seen. A couple of young Brazilians sing "Cucurrucucu Paloma" and dance. That’s how they protest.

Hundreds of furious Italian students and just as many disheveled female students, resembling the famous painting by Renato Guttuso "Reborn Italy," storm and crash against the impenetrable iron door of the embassy, which is backed up by dozens of awkward carabinieri.

And Bithikotsis, disguised as a loudspeaker, hidden in the plane trees across from the building, covers with his voice the cries, the slogans, the threats. "Buried beneath the soil, they hold the bell's rope in their crossed hands".