Many commented on the most ancient traditional song, The plunder of Andrianoupolis, without knowing with certainty the reality.
And yet inside the temple of Saint George things were more clear.
No rock from the ruins had forgotten.
Which one would dare forget the fall of Andrianoulolis?
The Ottomans Turks had burnt everything.
So that only ashes would remain.
They didn’t want for any trace of Romiosyne to appear.
And the fortress of Didymoteicho was a witness.
All the facts of 1361 were nailed to his memory.
Every tower had its own recollections.
And nobody could fool them.
The objective of the fall was annihilation.
The City was very close.
And they wanted to break every connection.
“The nightingales of the East and the birds of the West they cry late night, they cry early next morning, they cry at mid-day, they cry for the much plundered Andrianoupolis, which once plundered on the three high feasts of the year, on Christmas for a candle, on Palm Sunday for the laurels and on Easter Day, on Sunday for the Christ is risen”.
This canticle he sang, without crying, inside the temple.