Georgios Paleologos stood in front of the crowd, his expression sombre, his eyes tinged with a little sadness. As soon as he came forward, all the young students holding the banners of quit Greek calmed down, and placed their attention on their general Secretary.
Georgios Paleologos took a deep breath and looked around, " My dear students, " he spoke, his voice...loud...and clear, sonorous, " the future of our great nation, I can understand your emotions," he nodded, " I really do. Because I feel the same way when I get to know that some Western European countries are trying to destabilise our nation with the help of extremist terrorists. Like you, I too am angry, it boils my blood," he clenched his fist as it visibly trembled, " however, unfortunately, emotions alone are not enough to bring justice."
