We stayed at the house of a man called Sotiris.
Here he welcomes us with a Ouzu in his garden.
Sotiris parents were partisans during WW2,
but when the communists lost the Greek civil war
they fled to Hungary and Poland, and eventually ended
up in Romania, where they met and married.
Sotiris himself grew up among the Greek diaspora
and always considered himself to be Greek,
even though he was quite old when he first visited Greece.
He ran a taverna in Hamburg, before buying his dreamhouse
in the outskirts of Sighisoara. A quirky house
with a huge, wonderful garden with a very nice view
of the towers and hills of the Sighisoara citadell in the distance.