A portrait of my father, aged 73. Dad moved to Australia at age eleven and lived most of his life in suburban Melbourne. Shortly before my first child was born he set out to return to Greece, despite the nation's economic unrest and having no family there. Eight years on, our visit united us, and my children met their pappous for the first time. On the morning of our departure, his normal routine of coffee, cigarettes and radio news was accompanied by emotional conversations between the two of us. Here, he reflects on how and when we will next be together.