In Crete, there are many artists who sing about passions, mistakes, and sins. Because being proud prevails, and of course, what people will say. George is married to Helen, and I am a young girl who has just gone to Heraklion to study. It all started with a message, then a chance encounter, a conversation, a drink, and one thing led to another. It developed into a passionate and secret love affair. An adrenaline rush, don't let them see us, don't let them hear us, don't let the village find out. At every festival or event where a certain artist was playing, I knew he would definitely be there. The song he sang to me, the one he looked at me every time it was played: "The mistake I loved is a mistake for others, but for me it is the passion of my soul and my heart!" And every time I smiled more and more. Even today, many years later, when I haven't seen him again, when I know he is somewhere far away and I am somewhere else, when I hear this song, I remember him. It was only for a short time, but it was worth it!