Miltiades,
The reason I ask is because of an accident I had right in front of the Alassia. A dragon fish stung me in the foot and when I got back to the dressing rooms to change I fainted. A young boy about my age, who helped at the place came and helped me to the ambulance parked right near. Since you said you helped there I wondered if that boy was you. This was in 1960 or 61. No, it is not that my memory is so good, it is just that the pain of a dragon fish sting is unforgettable.
We used to go a lot to Alassia with friends. The most distinguishing feature that might have stuck with you is the big nose of one of our family friends, mr Yannis, no doubt called Mouttas behind his back, he was married to Mrs Froso the school teacher.
And not to be accused of not keeping to the thread theme. The one thing that finally convinced me to leave England was the inability to hunt there like a regular citizen. All those servile things you had to do, ie asskissing farmers etc, to get permission. If you cannot hunt and fish you are not a free man. So I left. In Greece you get a hunting license simply because you want one and pass the exam, no excuses or asskissing necessary.