You are five years old when it is your father's Menetius turn to be the game manager. People come from as far as Sparta and Thessaly to take part.

But most of all you remember the runners, or rather a special young runner

Among a dozen dark tops, you suddenly see a light one. The hair shines honey-like under the sun, and gold sparkles in it-the crown of the prince - this is young Achilles

He came up to you after the victory. Ready to collect his reward-a wreath of freshly cut dusty green leaves.