Every day more and more, most Greeks, forward to the canteen of the Feeding Center of the Municipality of Athens By Marilis Margomenou For lunch today he has chicken with rice. It doesn't exist, sure, no table nor dishes. Just a bench and plastic bowls. There is no family to say a prayer before eating, and no children to tell the news from school. Here everyone prays alone. And everyone wants the same thing. May he have something to eat tomorrow. On the sidewalk of Piraeus, parade of ghosts. From the 12.00 and after, the queue in front of the canteen of the Feeding Center of the Municipality of Athens is getting longer and longer. Every day more and more people, more and more Greeks. If there is something to learn from them, is that anyone could end up here.Ten languagesLike Mr. Emmanuel, who insists "no Manolis. Emmanuel!». Who speaks ten languages. He worked in hotels for thirty years. Which has traveled thirty countries. Who has four children. And who eats at the cafeteria. “What went wrong;» With a look he corrects me – the question is wrong. “What are you looking for girl?;», says. "Time doesn't turn back". A crash on a highway. An operation on the head and when you wake up, to be told that your wife has died. And then you have your first seizure. “And your children;», I ask him. “My children;» Mr. Emmanuel shrugs. "As long as their dad was working, he was good. Now that dad isn't working, dad doesn't exist". Every now and then he reaches into his jacket pocket, he sees me looking at the hand as he goes there again. "The wallet in its place", says. I ask him if he trusts people. His voice is no longer friendly. "listen girl", he says – as if I insulted him. "I am not asking anyone for anything. No apologies, no friendships. I'll find a can somewhere. And at home I have the TV talking to me. My monk, I'm fine".continuity: … news.kathimerini.gr