Walking home through the neighborhood of Nea Smyrni, the students looked at their city differently. They felt like guardians of a secret. The OJO1 class knew that while they would grow up and leave those hallways, their laughter and their stories would remain, waiting patiently beneath the earth for the next generation of Larissa to find them.
Mr. Nikos stood by the chalkboard, a weathered copper box resting on his desk. "In fifty years," he told the class, "students will sit in these same chairs. What will you tell them about life in Larissa today?" Walking home through the neighborhood of Nea Smyrni,
As the final bell rang, the class gathered under the large plane tree in the corner of the schoolyard. With a collective heave, they lowered the box into its resting place. They weren't just burying objects; they were burying a piece of their childhood, a snapshot of the 26th School’s heart. What will you tell them about life in Larissa today