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Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Athina Onassis - The tragic childhood








After wresting control of her fortune from her father, Athina Onassis Roussel wants to claim her full legacy as Aristotle Onassis’s granddaughter and sole surviving heir—including, some say, the presidency of Greece’s most famous foundation. Behind her is her fiancé and fellow equestrian jumper, Olympic medalist Alvaro Alfonso de Miranda Neto. As “the richest little girl in the world” comes of age.

I met Athina Onassis Roussel, the last direct descendant of Aristotle Onassis, on a hot day in July 1999, when she was a tall, coltish, shy girl of 14. She was in Greece to attend the wedding of a second cousin at the seaside estate of her famous grandfather’s stepsister, Kalliroi Patronicolas. Wearing a long-sleeved white jacket over a summer dress, Athina stayed close to her father, Thierry Roussel, all afternoon, speaking French in a soft, hesitant voice, never making eye contact with the distant relatives he introduced her to, always standing slightly behind him, as if he were a shield between her and the world.

The next time I talked to Athina, five years later, she seemed a different person. She had separated herself from her father and moved out of his house, and she was immersed in a bitter legal battle with him to win control of her fortune. Hearing that I was writing an article about her, she called me at my hotel in Athens and peppered me with so many questions in fluent, nearly unaccented English that I hardly had an opportunity to ask her any of my own.

My investigation into the battle between Athina and her father over the Onassis wealth has produced what may be the first clear picture of their complicated situation since Christina Onassis died in 1988, leaving her three-year-old daughter as her only heir. I have uncovered details of the childhood she spent under her father’s strict control and come upon revealing glimpses of the person she is today. “The mere fact that she took on her formidable father at such a young age shows that there may be a lot more of her grandfather Aristotle in Athina than most people think,” says Alexis Mantheakis, who has known her since 1998 and who formerly served as a spokesman for Roussel in Greece.

Athina’s confrontation with her father and her newfound assertiveness are not the only surprising developments in the sole surviving heir of Aristotle Onassis, the Anatolian tycoon who revolutionized the shipping industry and captured the hearts of both opera diva Maria Callas and Jacqueline Kennedy.

In 1999, as a timorous 14-year-old, Athina went to a court for minors in Oberengadin, Switzerland, with her father and renounced everything related to her grandfather’s heritage. She made a statement in which she stipulated, according to a court report, that she felt “great aversion to anything that is Greek, even though she knows that her mother, her grandfather and her fortune come from Greece.” This extraordinary declaration, clearly encouraged by her father, was in defiance of certain specifications in the protocol that he had signed when he took custody of the three-year-old: “(1.1) As agreed with Christina Onassis when she was alive, Athina will be reared in the Orthodox religion. (1.2) … She will learn the Greek language so as to speak it fluently.”

On this issue, too, Athina has made a complete about-face. In the fall of 2003 she renewed the Greek passport her mother had obtained for her. This past January she joined an Athenian equestrian club called Avlona in the hope of riding in international competitions, including the 2008 Olympics, in Beijing, wearing the blue and white of the Greek flag. And when the former president of the Greek Equestrian Federation, Isidoros Kouvelos, enrolled her in the club under the name her mother used to register her birth—Athina Christina Roussel—a close friend of the young heiress asked him what she would have to do to change her name officially from Roussel to Onassis.

What has brought about this dramatic transformation in Athina, and what impact will it have on the fortune created by her grandfather? How has she changed from a frightened child, convinced that only her father could protect her in a world full of danger, to a defiant 20-year-old ready to fight him in court for her legacy and consider rejecting his name?

As her father’s countrymen might put it, “Cherchez l’homme.”

The man in this case is Alvaro Alfonso de Miranda Neto, the six-foot-two, dark-haired, muscular, boyishly handsome son of a Brazilian insurance executive. Doda, as his friends call him, is 12 years older than Athina and has won Olympic medals in the sport that is her passion, show jumping. Far from the home in Switzerland where she grew up, Athina now lives in São Paulo, Brazil, Alvaro’s native city. She has learned Portuguese and bought a duplex, reportedly for $5.8 million, in the city’s best neighborhood, and on December 3 she plans to wed Alvaro in São Paulo, according to Konstantinos Kotronakis, the honorary Greek consul in Recife, who says the couple has asked him to be best man.

“Doda’s been a strong influence on Athina and a very positive one, in my opinion,” Kotronakis told me on a visit to Athens. “He’s the one who urged her to take control of her own financial affairs and to take a new interest in her Greek legacy. He told her, ‘Onassis was a symbol of everything Greek. How can you turn your back on such a heritage?’ ”

Friends of Thierry Roussel, 52, who lost the long and bitter struggle for the management of Athina’s fortune but who is believed to have wound up with a munificent settlement, are not so sanguine about Alvaro’s motives. “Now that Athina controls the half of the Onassis money that her father fought for—her mother’s half—Alvaro is positioning her to ultimately take control of the other half, which Onassis left to a foundation in memory of his son,” one Roussel supporter told me. “That foundation is based in Greece and controlled by a Greek board, and that may well be the reason Alvaro is pushing Athina to re-discover her Greek heritage.”

If Athina does try to seek the presidency of the Alexander S. Onassis Public Benefit Foundation, it is certain to produce an international battle royal that will make the two past struggles—between her and her father for Christina’s money, and between Roussel and the foundation’s directors over the management of Athina’s fortune when she was a minor—seem tame by comparison. “This is the most prominent foundation in Greece,” says its president, Stelio Papadimitriou. “We are not going to turn it over to someone who has no connection with our culture, our religion, our language, or our shared experiences, and who never went to college or worked a day in her life. There’s nothing we would want more than to have a descendant of Onassis become president of the foundation, but Athina’s qualifications for the job are nil. She can do whatever she wants with what she inherited from her mother, but not with Onassis’s legacy to the Greek people in memory of Alexander.” According to Papadimitriou, the foundation has spent more than $80 million to build a state-of-the-art center for heart surgery in Athens, awarded more than 3,000 scholarships and grants to students over the past 26 years, funded competitions in the arts around the world, and begun construction of an $80 million arts center in Athens.

Athina’s legacy includes not only a vast fortune but also a grim family history that evokes the classic Greek tragedies and is often referred to as the Onassis curse. Her mother, Christina, died in 1988 in Buenos Aires at the age of 37, from a heart attack produced by acute pulmonary edema. Christina, who was found dead in her bathtub by her friend Marina Dodero and a maid, had battled eating disorders and depression most of her adult life, and she was considering marrying for the fifth time, having divorced Roussel a year earlier. Athina was then being cared for by a nanny on Christina’s estate in Gingins, outside Geneva, but as soon as Roussel returned from Christina’s funeral, on Skorpios, he had the little girl brought to him at his family’s home in France.

Christina had been smitten with Roussel from the moment she met him, and she fought desperately for the handsome playboy’s affections, even tolerating the discovery that, while she was married to him and pregnant with Athina, his longtime mistress, Swedish model and translator Marianne “Gaby” Landhage, was also pregnant with his child—a boy they named Erik, who was born several months after Athina. In an effort to keep Roussel by her side, Christina would invite him, with Gaby and Erik, to her estate and insist that they all be photographed together. What finally drove Christina to divorce was the discovery that Gaby had given birth to a second child, Sandrine, who is now 17.

Christina divorced Thierry but still hoped to make up and have another child with him. In the fall of 1987, she wrote a letter to Stelio Papadimitriou, saying, “I want to remind you that I was the first one who came to you … to ask for help, to protect me against Thierry.… I built a house made in cement, with a door to open the house. In this house I put all my capital, and the door was closed and the job of the protectors is to keep the door closed. They are there to help me, because they know too well that I have a weakness for this man, and therefore I will always be subject to abuse.”

Fifteen years before Christina’s death, her brother, Alexander, whom Onassis had groomed to take over his empire, died at 24 from injuries suffered in a freak airplane crash in Athens, which sent both of their parents into emotional tailspins that quickly claimed their lives. Their mother, born Athina Livanos but called Tina, had divorced Onassis in 1960, after he went public with his affair with Maria Callas. Tina died within a year and a half of her son, when she was only 45. Onassis, who left Callas in 1968 to marry Jacqueline Kennedy, died two years after his son’s fatal crash. “Both lost the will to live after Alexander died,” says Marilena Patronicolas, Onassis’s niece.

When Tina Livanos Onassis Blandford Niarchos died of a suspected overdose of barbiturates in 1974, she left most of her estate, estimated at $77 million, to her daughter, Christina, and upon Christina’s death in 1988 it passed on to Athina, who was named for her grandmother. But the bulk of Athina’s inheritance comes from her grandfather, Aristotle Socrates Onassis, and that fortune has had such a complicated journey since he died that it would take a team of accountants to trace it. I spent four years researching a book about Onassis called Greek Fire, which was published in 2000, and my contacts from that effort have helped me discover the facts about the famous inheritance that in 1988 earned three-year-old Athina the sobriquet “the richest little girl in the world.”

The first thing about the fortune that comes as a surprise is that, while it is large enough to make Athina one of the richest young women in the world, it’s nowhere near the $3 billion that was often reported. When Onassis died in 1975, he left assets valued at more than $1 billion, including $426 million in cash and securities; more than 50 ships; a half-interest in the Olympic Tower, in New York City; holdings in half a dozen countries; and his private Greek island, Skorpios. His outstanding liabilities amounted to $421 million—mostly bank loans on the ships and real estate, according to Stelio Papadimitriou, who was his lawyer—so the actual value of his estate when he died was about $500 million.

As directed in Onassis’s 1974 will, the estate was left to Christina and to a foundation to be established in memory of Alexander. The executors of the will divided the assets into two equal lots—A and B—and Christina was allowed to pick which lot she wanted. She chose Lot B, and Lot A was assigned to the foundation. The management of both fortunes was assigned in the will to four individuals who had been senior Onassis advisers in his business career.

Christina promptly threatened legal action if she could not oversee the management not only of her estate but also of the foundation, as its president. The trustees complied in order to avoid having her hold up the creation of the foundation with prolonged litigation. Christina pressured her stepmother, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, to accept a settlement of $26 million to abandon all claims to the Onassis estate. Under Greek law, as Onassis’s widow, Jackie could have received as much as 12.5 percent, or $125 million. By the time Jackie died at 64 in 1994, she had parlayed her settlement into more than $150 million through sound investments.

After Christina died, in 1988, her half of the Onassis estate, then estimated at $300 million in cash and securities and another $100 million in real estate, went to her three-year-old daughter. It was managed by the four Onassis advisers who served on the foundation’s board, along with Thierry Roussel.

What happened next leads to the second revelation about Athina’s inheritance. While both the Onassis assets that went to her and those that went to the foundation had essentially the same management for the next 11 years, they did not grow at the same pace. The foundation’s portion more than tripled, to over $1 billion, in that period, while Athina’s portion only doubled, to $600 million, according to Papadimitriou. These totals do not include real estate. Athina’s real-estate holdings, according to two informed sources, are estimated to total about $200 million and include two spacious apartments on the Avenue Foch, in Paris; a vacation home in Marbella, Spain; a home at Gingins, outside Geneva; a compound on Ibiza with eight swimming pools and a waterfall; Skorpios and three islands around it; two valuable seaside parcels outside Athens; and considerable property on the Greek island of Chios left by Athina’s grandmother Tina Livanos. The real-estate holdings of the foundation are now worth an estimated $600 million.

The reason Athina’s fortune did not grow as rapidly, according to Stelio Papadimitriou, is that Roussel demanded large sums for Athina’s care (some $150 million over 11 years) and made a number of bad business decisions. (Athina also had to pay $35 million in inheritance taxes, whereas the foundation, which pays taxes on income from its holdings, did not have to pay inheritance taxes.)

As an example of Roussel’s bad investment decisions, Papadimitriou cited his insistence that Athina’s estate sell all its holdings in the industry in which most of its money had been made—shipping. “Since then rates have soared, and Athina’s estate has not shared in the windfall, unlike the foundation, which stayed in shipping,” he said. Another reason Athina’s estate has not fared as well as the charity, he asserted, is that Roussel insisted that the foundation buy out his daughter’s half-interest in the Olympic Tower—just before real-estate prices in New York went through the roof. “Athina’s half-share in the building is now worth four times what her estate got for it, thanks to her father,” Papadimitriou told me. He would not specify the amount Roussel sold it for, but it is believed to have been $47 million.

I asked Roussel about this transaction in a series of questions I sent him, but he responded through his lawyer that he would not cooperate with me. His former spokesman in Athens, Alexis Mantheakis, however, insisted that the complicated ownership of the building and the leases held on it did not make it a good investment at the time. “Besides, key members of the foundation’s board managed Athina’s assets with Roussel in those days,” he added. “If the deal was not good for Athina, why did they approve it?”

Papadimitriou says that Roussel fought so bitterly with the board members over the management of the building that they went to a Swiss court and offered to sell the foundation’s share to Athina in order to end the bickering, but Roussel insisted that the foundation buy her out, and the court approved the sale.

Friction between Roussel and the board continued to grow until Roussel took legal action to have its members dismissed—a battle that was chronicled in a November 1997 article in this magazine. Lawsuits abounded in Greece and Switzerland, and charges and countercharges flew. Roussel has accused the group of mismanagement, defamation, and even trying to kidnap Athina. That incident occurred in 1997, when the British bodyguards assigned to the girl in Switzerland realized that they were being shadowed by men they identified as former Israeli commandos. Roussel called the authorities, who detained the Israelis but released them when they found no evidence to support Roussel’s allegation of an attempted abduction. “The foundation was paying for the bodyguards hired by Roussel to protect Athina, and the other men were hired by us to check the efficiency of the British guards,” says Papadimitriou. “Nobody intended to abduct the little girl.”

Nevertheless, the experience left Athina feeling threatened and vulnerable, even at home and on her way to school. Relatives and friends say that she lived in fear that someone would kidnap her, and that that is why she cowered during any appearance in public and constantly clutched at her father.

After being accused of plotting against Athina, the Greek “graybeards,” as the foundation’s board members were called in the press, in turn accused Roussel of wasting his daughter’s money in bad investments, and of isolating Athina from her Greek heritage despite the specific directions in the protocol he had signed when taking custody of her and the money for her upbringing. Alexis Mantheakis disputes criticism of Roussel: “He told me he feels he has done no wrong by his daughter, and as a mortal he has been 99 percent a correct father, something he feels proud of.”

In 1999 a Swiss court finally took the management of Athina’s fortune away from both the graybeards and Roussel and turned it over to a Swiss auditing firm, KPMG Fides, which managed it until Athina reached the legal age of 18, on January 29, 2003.

Athina had been awaiting that 18th birthday with trepidation all her life. Growing up, she had become aware of the family schisms, the court battles, the rumors of kidnappings, and threats to her life—all caused by the huge fortune she had inherited. When she went to Swiss public schools with her blond half-siblings or rode her beloved horse, Arco de Valmont, she was always under scrutiny. When she made the rare visit back to Greece with her father—as she did on the 10th anniversary of her mother’s death—she was besieged by journalists and locals who wanted to speak to her, touch her, ask her about her famous grandfather. She couldn’t understand a word of the excited Greeks who called her “koukla” (doll) and “chryso mou” (my treasure—an endearment universally used in Greece, but sadly ironic in this case).

All Athina seemed to want was to be invisible and to see an end to the fighting over her millions. When Roussel invited Diane Sawyer into his home in 1998 to interview him for 20/20 about his battle with the foundation, Gaby quoted Athina as saying, “If I burn the money, there will be no problem. No money, no problem.”

On her 18th birthday, the half of the Onassis fortune that her mother had left her—which by then amounted to at least $800 million—was turned over to Athina. Within days, however, her father had taken control of it. He managed to obtain power of attorney from his daughter, which gave him authority to supervise her estate.

Roussel then put all of Athina’s assets into a trust and brought in executives from several leading international banks, including Citicorp, Rothschild, and Julius Baer of Switzerland, to help him manage the fortune, according to a Roussel source. While the press has reported that Roussel, heir to a French pharmaceutical business, had not only squandered his own family’s money but also frittered away much of Athina’s wealth, the source says that during the nearly two years the assets were in the trust and overseen by Roussel and the banks they grew by 12.5 percent, and that Roussel has letters from the banks that helped manage them to prove it. I asked to see the letters or to have Roussel provide a written statement formally making that assertion, but neither was forthcoming.

A year before she turned 18, Athina, in a dramatic move for such a dependent child, left her home outside Geneva and moved to Brussels to pursue her passion for riding. She enrolled at a school run by the renowned Brazilian equestrian Nelson Pessoa, where, her friends say, she met Alvaro de Miranda Neto, the Brazilian Olympic show jumper whose team had won bronze medals in Sydney in 2000 and in Atlanta in 1996.

It’s hardly surprising that Athina was attracted to the handsome, sophisticated, multi-lingual champion in the sport to which she had dedicated herself. What she did not know at first was that Alvaro had long been involved with a Brazilian model close to his own age named Sibele Dorsa, with whom he had a baby daughter named Viviane. Sibele had grown tired of living in Brussels and returned to Brazil with the stated intention of joining the cast of the Brazilian version of the TV show Big Brother. Eventually Sibele and Athina learned of each other’s existence, and when it became clear to Sibele that Alvaro was dumping her for the teenage heiress, she gave a number of bitter statements to the press. “She can buy him horses and I can’t,” she complained. “He always told me he found her fat and ugly. He exchanged me for Athina’s money.” To one newspaper she said, “We were happy together until he met her. Our only problem was money, and Doda is useless with money. What he earns, he spends. He is a charismatic, persuasive man. She will hang on his every word, but she will learn, as I have.” According to a British newspaper, “the couple insist that their relationship began when Doda parted with Sibele.”

The amount of money 17-year-old Athina was then receiving was in fact quite small, because her father had put her on an allowance of 10,000 euros (then worth about $9,000) a month, according to what she and Alvaro later told a friend. But Athina had found her first great love, and restrictions on her buying power were the last thing on her mind. She had never been interested in jewelry or couture clothing. Her only extravagance was horses, and the bitterest memory of her childhood, according to one friend, was when her father refused to give her half a million dollars to buy a champion horse she had her heart set on.

In the first rush of love, the couple led a simple life in Brussels, going to films and inexpensive restaurants, spending most of their time in grueling training sessions. However, according to the Brazilian press, soon after Athina reached 18, Alvaro took her to São Paulo to celebrate his 30th birthday—February 5—and to meet his parents and his little daughter.

Although Athina resembles her mother, especially in her big, dark, Byzantine eyes, she was spared Christina’s large nose and her persistent weight problem, which led to yo-yo dieting and probably contributed to her death. Taller and fairer than her mother, Athina inherited a degree of her father’s good looks but mainly she inherited her Grand Father (Ari) personality which proves to be very helpful for her today. The comments made by Sibele must have bothered her, however, for, according to Brazilian and international newspapers and magazines, on February 24, 2003, shortly after arriving in São Paulo, she checked herself into a clinic, reportedly to have liposuction done on her abdomen and derrière at the hands of Dr. Ricardo Lemos, who is noted for making Brazilian women thong-ready. Even though she left the clinic by the garage, Athina was photographed in a large, flowing man’s shirt and slacks, flanked by Alvaro and her bodyguard. (An assistant of Dr. Lemos’s would neither confirm nor deny that the doctor had treated Athina.)

Ten months later Athina and Alvaro were vacationing in Uruguay at Punta del Este, where they reportedly spent four days in the presidential suite of the Conrad resort and casino. Athina commented, “My grandfather Aristotle was a regular visitor to Punta del Este when he lived in Argentina”—a sign that she had been studying Onassis’s early history. Back in São Paulo, she reportedly bought Alvaro a prize cow named Esperanca (Hope) for his cattle farm, a $320,000 gift that was compared to the 40-carat-diamond engagement ring Onassis gave Jackie Kennedy, valued at up to $600,000.

Athina moved into a rented apartment in São Paulo and began to study Portuguese, in which she soon became fluent. (The heiress, who also speaks French, English, and Swedish, is said to have the same facility for languages that her grandfather had. Aristotle Onassis spoke six.) Then she began looking for a house to buy. “She loves Brazil because life is more relaxed there and she wasn’t harassed by reporters, as she was in Europe,” says Kostas Kotronakis. “She feels she can lead a more normal life there.”

In December 2004—close to Athina’s 20th birthday—she and Alvaro went to the consul and asked him to be the best man at their wedding. At first, Kotronakis says, they considered marrying on Skorpios, where her grandfather wed Jacqueline Kennedy 37 years ago. (A skeleton staff of 10 live on the island, keeping it always ready in case Athina should decide to visit—something that has happened only four times during the last 17 years, the most recent in 1998.) But, perhaps aware of the media circus that that earlier event had caused, they decided that security was not good enough in Greece and that they would marry in a Catholic ceremony in São Paulo. At the suggestion of Kotronakis, they are considering having a Greek Orthodox priest as well as a Catholic prelate. Alvaro and Thierry Roussel were both born into Roman Catholic families. Gaby and her three children are Protestant.

From the beginning, Athina’s relationship with Alvaro troubled Roussel, partly, some say, because he was no longer the main influence in her life, and partly, according to one friend, because he grew increasingly convinced that his daughter’s main attraction for the Brazilian was not her youthful beauty or her riding skills but her fortune. Roussel apparently conducted investigations of Alvaro and his family, and information passed on to me by one of Roussel’s friends indicated that a company in which Alvaro’s father has a non-controlling stake was involved in a long court case for not making full pension tax payments for its workers. A spokesman for the company, Pamcary, which is a large insurer of cargoes transported into and out of Brazil, says it has reached a settlement with the Brazilian government, and “installments are being regularly paid.”

As a result of his suspicions, Roussel, according to friends of his and Athina’s, kept Athina on a tight financial leash even though she had moved out of his home, and that caused a major breach between them. Early last year, when Athina’s monthly allowance ran out, according to a friend, she called Roussel’s assistant and asked for more money, only to be told that the funds she had requested were not available. When she learned that her father had tied her purse strings, a flash of the famous Onassis temper, frequently displayed by her mother and her grandfather, burst out.

Athina demanded an accounting of her assets, and the information she received from her father did not satisfy her, according to sources close to the principals in the case. Spurred on by Alvaro, she sought legal representation in London, hiring the international firm of Baker & McKenzie. A team of lawyers headed by senior partner Nick Pearson moved immediately in Chancery Court to nullify the power of attorney that Athina had unwittingly given her father and to try to freeze her assets.

Roussel resisted disclosing where the assets were, and hired his own team of lawyers, from the firm of Allen & Overy. (Neither law firm would confirm or deny anything about the case.) When Alvaro went to Athens last August to represent Brazil in the Summer Olympics, he complained to teammates, according to a witness, that at that point more than $200 million of Athina’s fortune was still unaccounted for and that most of her real-estate holdings had been mortgaged so that she wouldn’t be able to sell them. Athina, meanwhile, knowing what a scene would ensue if she showed up in Athens to watch her lover compete, kept strategically out of sight in Belgium.

Isidoros Kouvelos, husband of Athens mayor Dora Bakoyiannis and a leading figure in the Greek Equestrian Federation, hung out with Alvaro at the summer games and told me that the Brazilian’s dark good looks had women vying for his attention. “Whenever I was with him, every girl that passed by turned to look at him,” he said. “He enjoyed the attention but kept them at a distance. One went right up to him and asked him to autograph her breast, and he didn’t know how to respond. He looked around to see if there were any photographers nearby, then smiled sheepishly, signed his name as requested, and quickly walked away.”

By the end of the summer, Athina’s financial assets had apparently been established, because on September 10, according to a confidant of Athina and Alvaro’s, the two warring sides met and sketched the outline of a settlement. This was supposed to be refined and drafted over the next month, and both sides were scheduled to meet in October and sign it, but Roussel failed to appear. After further negotiations, however, he signed an agreement by the end of 2004 that released all control of Athina’s assets to her in return for a settlement that included both cash and real estate. (The actual amount is still a secret, but rumors in Athens put it at about $100 million.)

The struggle with her father took its toll on Athina. She continued to talk to Roussel on the telephone, but their conversations often became acrimonious, one friend says. She felt torn between her lifelong loyalty to him and her new dependence on her lover, who had taken her father’s place in her mind as her protector.

When Athina called me last November, she seemed highly agitated. “Did you talk to my father personally? Are you saying he criticized Doda to you? What did he say exactly?” she asked almost in one breath.

When I told her that I had not talked to her father directly and had not therefore personally heard his opinion of Alvaro, she seemed relieved, said that she had to take another call, and promised to phone me back. She never did.

Athina’s relationship with her father caused her anguish during certain periods of her life, she told a friend, though the outside world was unaware of it. Not only did Roussel warn Athina about omnipresent dangers—especially Greeks—he also demanded complete and unquestioning obedience. She has told friends that she was so frightened of angering her only surviving parent that his frequent outbursts devastated her.

According to a friend in whom she confided in São Paulo, Roussel would explode without warning. “Once, when she was about 12 or 13, he screamed at her so that she ran away and went to hide in an abandoned building, where she almost froze before they found her,” the friend told me. “Even later, when she was 17, she became so frightened when he exploded at her that she wet herself.” That was the year she left home for good.

The hard edge Roussel shows at times has not gone unnoticed even by his most ardent supporters. “Ironically, his good manners today conceal what he has always fought against in others—an authoritarian streak,” notes Alexis Mantheakis in a book he published in Greece in 2002, Athina—In the Eye of the Storm.

Despite her difficulties with her father, however, Athina loves him and continues to crave his approval. At the height of their difficulties last year, she wanted to give him half her fortune just to end the dispute, but Alvaro and her lawyers talked her out of it, according to a source close to the negotiations.

“Athina has no real understanding of what her fortune means,” says a Greek relative. “She thinks all she needs to live comfortably for the rest of her life is about $5 million, and she has no great interest in the rest. But she’s learning that having a big fortune is a big responsibility.”

Like her mother, Athina decided not to pursue a university education, choosing instead to go to riding school in Belgium at the age of 17. Her father, who also never went on to college after finishing the prestigious École des Roches, in France, is quoted by Stelio Papadimitriou as not having placed a high value on an education for Athina. “He once told me, ‘She doesn’t have to have an education. I don’t want a daughter with Coke-bottle glasses. She has me and her brother, Erik, to look after her affairs,’ ” said Papadimitriou. Alexis Mantheakis says, “I am sure Roussel in his heart would love Athina to go to university now or later.… He’s very proud of his son [Erik, now 19,] for passing his first-level baccalaureate last summer and is delighted that Erik is going to go to a good university.”

People who know Athina say that she comes by her strength of character through her stepmother, Gaby, who for 15 years reared her along with her own three children in the unpretentious, five-bedroom Villa Bois L’Essert, in Lussy-sur-Morges, a village outside Lausanne. In 1990, two years after Christina died and Roussel took the three-year-old girl to live with them, Gaby and Thierry were married, and Athina, Erik, and Sandrine were attendants at the wedding. Later the couple had a second daughter, Johanna, who is now 13. Gaby’s three children seem to be as affectionate toward Athina as they are with one another. (The settlement Athina made with her father reportedly includes generous amounts for her step-siblings and her stepmother.)

Throughout her childhood, Athina was on a firm schedule and a small allowance, enrolled at local public schools, and indulged only by being allowed to pursue her passion for horses (which is shared by Sandrine). Gaby, who comes from a middle-class Swedish family, got Athina interested in animals and the environment. Even at the height of Athina’s legal battle with her father, she spoke regularly with Gaby on the phone.

It’s generally believed that Athina had a much more stable life with Gaby than she would have had with her mother. Christina spoiled the child hopelessly, giving her dolls dressed in Dior couture, a private zoo, and, when she could sing “Baa Baa Black Sheep,” a flock of sheep and a shepherd to tend them. She would shower her with gifts and then disappear on another jet-set trip, in search of a man who would love her for herself and not her money.
If Gaby’s firm, loving influence has given Athina a solid foundation, her real mother’s life has served as a cautionary tale. In the last year Athina has taken dramatic steps to assert herself, to assume control of her fortune, and to re-establish her links to her heritage. She has even asked the Greek consul in Recife to find someone to teach her Greek. This rapprochement with her background, however, could be seen as an attempt to placate the directors of the Onassis foundation so that she can make a grab for the presidency of that half of the Onassis fortune. Friends of hers in Athens have been quietly trying to find out what exactly it would take for her to seek the presidency when she becomes eligible to do so at 21, in 2006.

The requirements are stiff. The will of Onassis says only that the president must be elected by a majority of the board, and the current members say that Athina is far from qualified for the job. While the bylaws pushed through by her mother stipulate in Article 6(b) that the charity’s president shall be a descendant of Onassis’s, as long as one is available, and shall assume the post “without the requirement of election … for life,” they also state that the president must be “eligible” by having reached “the age of 21 years” and by having the “capacity to serve and being willing to serve” its interests. “We spent millions trying to get Roussel to educate and train her to be able to take over, but she has not even finished high school, and she has no business experience whatsoever,” says Papadimitriou. “How can she serve the interests of the foundation?”

The educational background of Athina’s future husband is not much stronger than her own. Alvaro’s father, Ricardo, has a share in several companies under the banner of Pamcary. His mother, Elizabeth, is a psychologist. But Alvaro, like Athina, never finished high school, and he never showed much interest in his father’s enterprises. Since he was 10, he has pursued his passion for riding. When he began to compete professionally, he was financed by a $20,000-a-month allowance from his family and by rich sponsors, including the automaker Audi.

Clearly Alvaro was behind Athina’s efforts to become more Greek. He urged her to strengthen her national identity and her ties to the Onassis legacy on every front. He arranged for her to join the Greek riding club, and he encourages her to visit Greece and learn the language. The inevitable question that friends and relatives are asking about Alvaro’s influence on Athina is this: is he altruistically helping her gain the strength to stand on her own feet and assert her rights, or is he a fortune hunter motivated by greed, like so many of the men who victimized Christina? “She listens to him, values his opinion above all others, but she also asks others what they think, and in the end she makes her own decisions,” a confidant of both says. Alvaro has been careful not to seem to be influencing Athina. Whenever she met with her lawyers during her legal battle with her father, Alvaro made a point of not attending the meetings, a source close to the negotiations says.

How Athina will deal with her new wealth and responsibilities remains to be seen. “She is at a crossroads right now,” says Alexis Mantheakis. “Will she follow her mother’s path and have a turbulent private life, focus on the values her stepmother taught her and pursue her interest in animals and the environment, or fulfill her destiny as an Onassis and revive her grandfather’s legacy?”

Last March 2016, her Brazilian husband of 11 years, Alvaro "Doda" de Miranda Neto, was reportedly discovered by Athina's security team in bed with another woman in their $2 million home in Wellington, Florida. Doda's relationships with a number of women had been the topic of gossip in Wellington horse circles throughout the winter.
Ignoring Doda's pleas, the security team reported his alleged adultery to Athina, and she immediately packed her bags and flew to Belgium, where she has a home. At first Doda's representatives insisted there was no problem in the marriage, but by early June his spokeswoman confirmed that Doda and Athina had separated. Doda told the Brazilian magazine Epoca, "I am really in the midst of a storm. But I will not give up on my love. It won't be easy, but I'll fight until the end."
Does Doda have a chance to regain Athina's trust? His friends say no one should underestimate him, because he is as charming and determined as Athina's father, whom her mother showered with money and gifts far beyond what their divorce settlement called for—even though he left her for his mistress.

In my conversations with Athina's friends it became clear that she will react far differently to her husband's alleged infidelity than her mother did to Roussel's. Athina is tough, her cousin Marilena Patronikola told us. "There's a lot of Uncle Aristo in her."

Athina took another break from competing, spending much of the winter in Wellington, a wealthy enclave in southern Florida where the peripatetic equestrian crowd gathers from late winter until mid- spring. She purchased a four-bedroom house in Wellington, close to the Palm Beach Polo and Country Club. She also paid $12 million for a nearby 20-stall barn on 5.6 acres that include an all-weather ring and accommodations for grooms. The new residence offered access to horses and to the riding community. Unfortunately, it is also where Doda allegedly ended up in bed with one of the couple's acquaintances.
What does the future have in store for Athina? Will she yield to her husband's charm and return to him, as her mother did to Athina's father decades earlier? Or will she cut all ties to him and face the future alone? Those who know her, like their best man, Konstantinos Kotronakis, say that in her character she resembles her grandfather Aristotle, who began as a penniless refugee from the Smyrna genocide and went on to build a shipping empire by outsmarting everyone. "Athina is reserved and takes everyone's measure before she speaks," Kotronakis says. "She is very, very bright, clear-eyed, and strong. Nobody makes any decisions for her. Nobody takes the lead with her. She marks her own way."
That view is supported by reports in the Greek press that Athina has frozen all of her and Doda's joint bank accounts and that the couple had a secret meeting in a Brussels court on June 16 with their lawyers present. Sources close to Doda say he is seeking half of Athina's fortune, which is estimated to be around half a billion dollars, but that he'd be willing to settle for $100 million, as opposed to the much smaller amount he would get based on the reported terms of the prenuptial agreement ($1 million for each year of marriage). During the meeting, neither Athina nor Doda said a word to the other.
At the beginning of August, Athina began marshaling her legal resources. The New YorkPost reported that she flew one of the world's top divorce attorneys, Robert Stephan Cohen, to Belgium for a meeting. The New York–based lawyer, who has represented a long list of famous clients including Ivana Trump, Marla Maples, Uma Thurman, and Christie Brinkley, confirmed to Town & Country that he is representing Athina.
If the couple end up in court, the size of the assets involved will certainly be a factor. But a lot will depend on the existence of a prenup and where the divorce is pending, according to Robert Harlan Moses, a Manhattan attorney who has handled similarly high-profile cases.
"In many places money that is inherited before a marriage remains with the person who inherited it," Moses says, "but some states and countries will consider inherited assets fair game when property is distributed." Also on the table, he adds, will be any amount those assets appreciated during the marriage and anything that was signed over to joint accounts or ventures.
Another factor is privacy. Most people do not want their private lives exposed in the press. "But in cases where one person holds the majority of the assets, keeping silent may be a negotiating point for the untitled spouse."
Athina and Doda's separation has begun to play out on the equestrian fields as well. In August, Doda competed in the Olympics wearing the Brazilian flag (he finished fifth with team Brazil and tied for ninth as an individual), and Athina was in Valkenswaard, the Netherlands, competing under the flag of Greece in the 12th leg of the Global Champions Tour season. Doda rode his favorite horse, Cornetto K, in Rio, and he planned to ride the 10-year-old dark brown gelding again at the Nations Cup Finals in Barcelona in September. But when he arrived at the stables in Belgium, he discovered that he would not be able to ride—or even see—the horse. The owner¬ship of the steed is now to be decided by a Belgian court.

Depriving Doda of access to Athina's money, and even his favorite horse, is an example of how quickly she can erect a barbed wire fence against anyone who betrays or disappoints her. The battle in the courts between their lawyers will be long and hard fought, but despite Doda's friends' insistence that he'll win her back, Athina's swift and shrewd preparations suggest that she will not be as vulnerable to the man she loved as her mother was to her father.

Picture taken last December 2016, Athina looks a bit sad.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Onassis the businessman


Onassis water polo team in Smirna









Aristotle Onassis was born in Smyrna in Turkey on January 1, 1906. His father was Socrates Onassis and his mother Penelope Onassis. His father had been a profitable trader whose main specialty was tobacco.


From an early age, young Aristotle had to face some tough life challenges. The first of these were his mother Penelope, which resulted in personal loss and a sense of rebellion in Ari, as he came to be called. The next big challenge was when the Turks invaded Smyrna and the family had to flee. His father was captured, but Ari devised a way to get his father released.

After this episode, Ari felt a sense of disillusionment in Europe and headed for the new world and Argentina. There he started to work as a telephone switchboard operator. This allowed him to listen in on conversations and learn the language. He especially liked to listen in to some calls between Argentina and New York. One of these yielded an attractive deal where he made some money speculatively.

Ari saw an opportunity to import some of his father's tobacco products and promptly organized it into a profitable business. When Greece would later change their export regulations, Ari would become a consul for Greece in Argentina (aka. a spy) so that he could continue the business without the additional taxes and duties.

It was during his time in Argentina that Ari started to build his fleet. His first purchase was six ships from a Canadian shipping company during the Great Depression at scrap metal prices. During these ships' first commercial voyage, Ari had to come up with the idea of changing the flag of a ship to a convenience flag.

While the Second World War resulted in some of his ships being held in neutral European ports, it was not all bad for him. For after the war, Ari made some significant purchases of old ships from the US Navy by registering a US Corporation to purchase it.

Ari was a man that had a keen business sense and could finely balance all the different parts of a deal. None illustrate this better than how he handled the Saudi Arabian oil deal (purpose was to transport the oil as that was where the money were to be made) on which the big four oil companies had a monopoly. His shrewd intervention in politics (buying of officials) resulted in the contract being awarded to him. When the other companies complained, they were told "but that's the way we do business over here."

Ari's personal life was a story of glitz and glamour as well. He always had a beautiful woman on his arms. If it weren't his wife, Tina (whom he strategically married to enter the shipping elite), it was Maria Callas and later even the former wife of John F Kennedy, Jackie Kennedy.

When his son, Alexander, died before him in a plane crash in 1973, Ari was devastated. Alexander was buried on the family island Skorpios near Greece. Not long after that, Aristotle Onassis finally surrendered to death on March 15, 1975. Most of the shares in his companies he left to the Alexander Onassis Foundation. His grand daughter, Athina Roussel, remains one of the richest youngsters in the world through the legacy left by him. Thus, even after death, the legend of Aristotle Onassis lives on.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Aristotle Onassis VS Niarchos









I first encountered Stavros Niarchos face to face four months before I got to know Aristotle Onassis, the man who defined my career as a ship owner, and whose shadow I became for years to come. I met Niarchos in mid-May 1959 when the Creole was moored in the Bay of Vouliagmeni, outside of Athens. It was the most elegant and expensive yacht in the whole world at that time, a three-masted ebony masterpiece. I was | an avid hunter of front-page news, and as always I stalked my game with a photographer beside me. This particular day we decided to lay in wait on the beach, hoping for a few words from Niarchos, and maybe a picture of the already world-famous shipowner. I remember hoping that he would be entertaining some young beauty on his ship, in which case a place on the front page would be a sure thing. In Greek we call a shipping magnate a Stolarchos, meaning the commander of a fleet, something much more than a shipowner. In truth many of these mercantile fleet owners, these Greek shipping magnates, were more powerful than navy admirals.What was Niarchos at that time, thirteen years after his acquisition of his first Liberty ship? He was a famous fifty-year-old opulent, Greek Stolarchos. He owned his own private island, Spetsopoula, and he privately entertained kings, assorted bluebloods and nobility, heads of government and celebrated artists. He was also renowned for his passion to enrich his private collection of great impressionist painting. Along with Aristotle Onassis and Stavros Livanos (the father-in-law of both Niarchos and Onassis), they represented the most famous and powerful triumvirate of "Golden Greeks," who governed seas and oceans with their fleets. Not that there weren't other Greek sea-rulers, for | example, the families of Laimos, Goulandris, Embeirikos, Pateras and Hatzipateras, Kouloukountos, and others. But the two brothers-in-law with their wives, the two fashionable and beautiful daughters of Livanos, the great shipowner from Chios, occupied the social columns of the foreign press almost daily. It was time of great public interest in all kinds of blue bloods - stars and legends of Hollywood, of the opera and the ballet, and rising political leaders who made up the new aristocracy.



Onassis, the most flamboyant of the great shipowners, had at his service the pen of Hollywood's arch-gossip-columnist, Elsa Maxwell, and he often entertained on his yacht, the Christina, Winston Churchill the veteran Father of Victory of World War II. So from the beginning, Onassis was the front-runner, as they say at the races. He led the field in the race to gain the attention of prominent personalities. Already Kennedy, Greta Garbo, Elizabeth | Taylor and Richard Burton, but also heads of state had visited his yacht at Monte Carlo, (over which he ruled for some time) to pay their respects to Churchill. The kings of Greece and Belgium, whom Niarchos entertained, did not measure up to the stature of Churchill. So the fifty-year-old collector of paintings was envious | and on the lookout for a counterattack to win the first prize of prominence from his brother-in-law.

The rivalry between Niarchos, the man from Piraeus, and Onassis, the man from Smyrna, had begun after World War II, in New York City, when both acquired a Liberty ship and coveted the same woman, none other than the youngest daughter of the great shipowner Stavros Livanos. The beautiful Athena, finally married Onassis. The unyielding Niarchos asked in marriage Athena's oldest sister, Eugenia, so the two brothers-in-law sharpened their swords during the holiday and Sunday afternoon dinners their father-in-law held at the Plaza Hotel in New York, or | at his estate in London.

Twelve years had passed since that time, but the rivalry of the two (who were becoming even richer year-by-year) continued. They competed over who get the biggest tanker, the most luxurious yacht, the most private island, the most blue-blooded and super-star guests, the most expensive houses and villas at the | farthest reaches of the earth; and finally, who would accumulate the most wealth....

During all those years of abundant harvests and successes, had children and gave the impression of being exemplary family men, but, as they were most healthy and robust (as Costas Gratsos told me), they clandestinely fooled around with models, starlets, social courtesans and whores, the women most well-known for their beauty and social standing. Both of them had first tasted sex and had proved their virility in common brothels: Aristos in those of Smyrna, and Stavros in those of Piraeus. Consequently, the whole idea of purchased sex was a standard habit of theirs, with the difference that, after their marriage, they used their yachts as | bachelor flats. Then Greta Garbo, Elizabeth Taylor and some French actresses [to drink them in a glass] came on the "Christina" at Monte Carlo, and Niarchos (who saw the pictures | in newspapers and magazines) was furious with envy.As a journalist always on the hunt for the amorous escapades of | the notorious rich and famous, I was pricked by the suspicion that the one of the two rival brothers-in-law who decided to create an erotic scandal would become front-page news and would surpass the other in the battle for publicity.




That morning the old man woke up in a fair mood and invited the nurse - young and beautiful - to take tea with him. He asked her where she was from - a real New Yorker, she told him - but he did not believe her. She must have come from someplace deep in rural America, Niarchos thought, and she had come to the big city to become a nurse and seduce some doctor or rich patient. Even though Niarchos employed only Greeks for his male staff, his female employees were all foreign. He wanted to see only long-legged bodies around him; long and slender like the masts of his yacht, the Creole, and not some low-assed lighters.

As soon as Felix collected the dishes, Hilary brought a batch of fax-messages and notes to Niarchos and began reading them to him one at a time. The old man listlessly said, "Yes" for some and "No" for some others because he was acutely aware that there, on Fifth Avenue, he was left with just a bed to die in. The rest of the furniture was nothing more than decorations for an expected death. He thought of his wealth. It would be divided by his children. It would be plundered by his grandchildren, daughters- and sons-in-law, and all the other the fuckers of the extended Niarchos family. Oh my God, no, no, he thought to himself. It was impossible that his ingenious ideas, his labour and effort, the moves of a master on the chessboard of the universal shipping business, would reach the hands of such clumsy ungainly people. My God, no, he thought. A great lion's booty would become prey for jackals and hyaenas.



"Go away, all of you," the old man yelled suddenly. The secretary and the butler quickly retreated to avoid the full impact of his outburst. "You stay," he told the terrified nurse, gesturing to her to approach.

Women always either calmed or angered him, but this minute Stolarchos felt he needed a little relief, a little loosening of his nerves because his doctor told him often, "Less nervousness, more life]." He smiled at the beautiful woman, sweetly telling her, "Come sit next to me." When she brought a chair close to him, she sat and in his the wrinkled hand he held her young one. He creased his prune-like mouth drawing in her feminine perfume through his nostrils. "Channel No 5" he asked her. "Yes, sir," she answered, frightened, because she had used some without permission from the little bottle she found in the bathroom, the one Niarchos's old guests used.

The old man felt himself calming down. "My little girl, what memories you bring back," the old man whispered and closed his eyes.

In her mind, the nurse wished that he would begin to caress her and use her any way he wanted. He could not cease being a Magnate for her, even though he was a disgusting one. She thought that he could I not only give her gifts, but also possibly remember her in his will.

Niarchos continued to hold her hand and, reclining there in the armchair, he remembered the women he had enjoyed. Anonymous and faceless ones in the brothels at Vourla and Troumba, well known ones of Athenian high society. The old man no longer had either sexual desires or passions, and abruptly his mood changed. His brain smouldered as if giving off an evil smelling smoke. Women, he thought.... All of them hide between their legs their most loathsome property, a portal of life, but also of dirt; a gate of unspeakable sweetness, and of deadly enjoyment too.

The old man's brain continued to grind away at every disgusting memory that came to him that moment. He saw clothing being shed from lithe bodies, simultaneous gasps of sensual pleasure and hypocrisy, as the unfortunate lover gathers his hot blood and empties his spine while the mistress often pretended her passion. Theatrical displies of the whore and of the shipowner's wife differed in nothing, absolutely nothing ... in nothing, he thought. The bitches.

Channel No. 5 filled his nostrils again...

...Stavros Niarchos visited the Eurotas flour mills, where his uncles would give him pocket-money. When he got it, he ran fast to save himself from the flour dust that reached the office. And he ran to Neo Phaliro to dive into the sea from the boardwalk. He remembered those days when men and women had to swim from separate places, as they now had to use separate bathrooms. It was much later mixed bathing became the custom. Neo Phaliro of the 20's. The subway building, Theater by the sea shore, the wooden boardwalk...

The young girls accompanied by their mothers, the dandies with their straw-hats. Going swimming was a family affair then, and he was usually responsible for his young cousins, Stavros and Spyros Koumantaros. He had to watch out so they did not swim into deep water. He idly watched the young girls. They were staringat that young guy parading around on his motorbike, the Aristos Onasis. He burned rubber just to show off. He wore dark glasses to protect his face and eyes from the wind, as he crossed the whole of Athens coming from Kifissia to reach Neo Phaliro and Piraeus, in order to stare at girls and ships. Later, he disappeared. He went to Argentina, representing his father to buy and sell tobacco, as they said. His name, Aristotle Onassis. Niarchos heard about him again years later, from his cousin Aglaia Koumantarou, who had been cut off by the war in America and there she had met him in Los Angeles. He told everyone, "I left Greece to save myself from the Greeks, but also from my father, who wanted me to become a salesman." Aristos suffocated under his father's shadow, just as Stavros did under his uncles' patronage. As the man from Smyrna came into his mind, he became upset and mumbled insults, incomprehensible to the nurse who anxiously came to his bed...

...Ares Onasis, still an adolescent, had freed - through a momentous gratuity - his father from the Turkish prison and proudly had brought him to Kifissia where the whole family had been gathered. According to custom, they had slaughtered a lamb, and the head of the family blessed it. They roasted it, had a demijohn of wine, drank, and then all of them began dancing, listening to songs from Smyrna on a phonograph with a funnel.

if you knew my pain, my heart's pain, aman, oh, aman your eyes would weep as do mine, aman, oh, aman.

As the Smyrnaic voice accompanied by the Anatolian lute and lyre tore the hearts of the refugee family, who just a while ago lived in riches, Artemis started crying. But the fifteen-year-old Nikos Konialidis recounted to Aristos how he had become a casual money-changer as soon as they arrived on Mytilene: "As I was saying cousin, I climbed on a chair and I bought and sold bank-notes."

The adolescent Aristos kissed him and then told his sister: "Stop crying; others left their carcasses in Asia Minor, while we saved ourselv...

...They lived in a villa at the aristocratic district of Long Neck, and Stavros had begun to transform himself into a shipowner. He kept a cook and a gardener for her, but when the South American Magnate, Alberto Donero, invited them to his mansion at Center Island for a weekend, Niarchos realized just how far he still stood from the real magnates of wealth. First there was a sitting room for receiving guests, then two immense drawing rooms, and twelve people providing service, Outside were spacious verandahs, swimming pool, grass, tennis courts, flower-beds, very tall trees. Inside, crystal chandeliers, the most expensive antiques, paintings by famous artists, and furniture brought from all over Europe. And when they sat down for dinner, men found a gold tobacco-box and women platinum perfume, holders.

The fledgling shipowner was shocked by the riches and opulence and Melpo was bedazzled by the dress of Mrs. Donero, a former Hollywood starlet, which probably cost as much as Melpo's complete wardrobe.

Onassis was also invited. Niarchos remembered him at Neo Faliro before the war, that little tramp with the motorcycle and those golf trousers. Forty-five-years old now, his hair parted and slicked back, and wearing a double-breasted suit, but without the dark glasses that became his trademark later. Spyros Skouras, the president of FOX, often teased him that he could easily fit the role of a Mafia guy in a gangster movie. Onassis laughed loudly that he preferred to be hired as a trainer for stars and starlets who did sex scenes. The short but well-built man from Smyrna slipped like an eel from drawing room to drawing room to find guests who interested him. Not only high government officials, but also beautiful women. He was popular because of his bold and daring jokes, and he enchanted even Melpo, whom he accompanied from person to person, introducing her to persons of authority, bankers, stockbrokers, and artists. Once even, he introduced her to her ... husband, but Niarchos had his mind elsewhere, in Liberty ships and maybe on those T2 tankers that Americans were willing to sell cheaply...

...The thirty-seven years old Niarchos desired Athena, whom they called Tina, and paid no attention to her older sister, Eugenia, whose name they had changed to Jenny. She was beautiful too, but a bit cold, not a tease like the young one. I'll wait, he thought, for her to grow up a bit; I'll divorce Melpo, and ask her hand in marriage from Livanos. One day, however, he realized that the young one belonged to Onassis who, from that moment on, became his most hated enemy. He was taking a walk at Central Park when suddenly she rode by, quick as lightning, with her bike, followed equally quickly by Aristos, that old satyr. Niarchos sat on a bench and, shortly, saw them returning on their bikes, one next to the other, holding each other by the shoulder, and flirting like love stricken adolescents.





Tipping the concierge at the "Plaza," listening to this and this and that, he learnt that the hotel had been buzzing, a while now, with gossip about the shrimp and the seventeen years old girl. He almost died; he did not know how to react, what plans to
conceive to get her from him, until the young one disappeared. A new tip, more recent news. Tina had broken her leg horseback riding, was confined in her suite and, as Livanos was away in London, Onassis kept her company for hours with Arieta's blessings because she wanted him as her son-in-law. When the man from Chios heard about all this, he got mad, shut the door on him [Onassis], but as the proverb says, [if the bride and groom want, the father-in-law wants].
The bomb exploded when the wedding was announced in New York and Greek newspapers and the social column of TIMES commented that two shipping Colossi unite. What Colossus (Livanos got angered)? The groom had not even got one fourth of his fleet. Onassis laughed remarking that the ships he owned were his alone while he would distribute them among his children. Sleep peacefully, the father-in-law would be upset again, giving as a bridal gift to his daughter a ship with half of the purchase installments still unpaid.
The wedding took place in December, 1946, in the Orthodox Cathedral of New York, presided by Archbishop Athenagoras; the best man was shipowner Andreas Embirikos, and, although the rest of the shipping social circles whispered that they would ignore the event, all came accompanied by spouses and children.
The wedding reception was held in the grand room of the hotel; the newlyweds, among the Archbishop, the Patriarch of the Greek shipowners, Stavros Livanos, the bridegroom's father-in-law, and his wife, Arieta, the president of Twentieth Century Fox, Spyros Skouras, and the head of the great-shipowners and of the American Greeks! Niarchos congratulated bride and bridegroom
with a fake smile and went to his table, at the back, along with some small time shipowners and skippers. There was lots of food and drink, two orchestras—one foreign, one Greek—toasts and wishes, bride and groom opening up the dancing floor.
Cruel memory, for digging everything up.
Here is Eugenia Livanos, dark and beautiful too, but not like the bride who danced an Argentinean, full of passion tango with the bridegroom. Niarchos got up, and with his agile, nimble walk, in his elegant tuxedo, approached the older daughter of Livanos: "May I have this danser
The daughter of the magnate smiled arrogantly and extended her lace-clad delicate hand to the invitation of the elegant man who led her to the dance floor. At that moment, tango ended and waltz began, a dance in which Onassis was not as good as he was in the South-American rhythm, which was his forte. With self-confidence Niarchos whirled his dance partner in the rhythm of "The Blue Danube" and she had gracefully left herself to his lead, drunk with Johann Strauss. When the music ceased, everyone applauded the couple and only then did Eugenia Livanos noticed that other couples had withdrawn from the dance floor to admire them. She did not meet her partner's eye, however, because he was looking for the bride who, devoted to the bridegroom, happily flirted with him being in love, as she could not hide it. That night Niarchos felt in him his passion, desire for the young daughter of the Chios born man—whom someone else enjoyed—to flood and burn him inside like lava. He was crazed, biting his bed sheets, thinking of the bridegroom delighting in bridal bed...

It was May third, 1970, a horrible date. Early summer and his guests at Spetsopoula were still in their bungalows or at the beach. A maniac with cooking, Eugenia supervised the preparation of one of her special recipes in the kitchen. Spied upon by the host since early morning, Tina examined a photo-album in the living room.
He took the chance and sat next to her, pretending to idly looking at the pictures as well. She turned and smiled at him, her dimples appearing on her cheeks. Seeing them, [his blood hit his head,] he grabbed her and, before having time to resist him, he began kissing her cheeks passionately. She pushed him off Surprised.
- Stavros, what's wrong with you? Have you gone mad?
- Not now... it's been twenty-four years, since I first saw these dimples and wanted to kiss them. But the Smyrniote got ahead and took you from me, and then ... that closet-fairy.... But now, the time has come, my little girl, to have you....
- You've gone mad, truly; you know, I'm not that little girl at the "Plaza" any more, but a forty-one-year-old woman. I've got two kids and you've got four, and you are my sister's husband.
- That female crow, he said, and grabbed her, kissing her clumsily like a schoolboy.
A shriek was heard; it was Jenny, who was bringing them a platter with mezedes. It fell on the floor; she turned, crying, and run up the stairs that led to the bedrooms. And while Tina had remained frozen, as a pillar of salt, Niarchos blasphemed the Divine and run after his wife, but she had already locked herself in her bedroom.
- You silly girl, it was a joke, he shouted from outside the door, but Jenny was breaking everything she found in her front while crying.
- Her husband opened the locked door with a master key and found her, face down on her bed, yelling hysterically.
-1 expected it from you, cheat, but my sister?
- It's not Tina's fault, my darling Jenny. It was me who made the joke.
- What joke, you scoundrel? You think I don't see you salivating all these years? Just wait, I'll tell the whole world, you'll be humiliated.
His wife tried to scratch him with her nails; he avoided her and pushing her, threw her on the bed.
- It's OK, you'll get over it, he said and left slamming the door so strongly that it was heard downstairs.
- In the living, there was neither Tina, nor anyone else, only the shadow of a servant by the window, hesitating to stay or disappear like the rest, who foreseeing a storm, had withdrew in the kitchen.
Niarchos drank, cursed and threw glasses occasionally. What a day that was. In the morning he had the first fight with his wife who did not want to have on the island that "bastard" of Ford, and there it was a while ago, this episode, which of course would continue, because Jenny believed that her husband had an affair with her sister.
Before the recounting of the events continues, of those episodes that followed the night of May 3rd, 1970, to arrive at the tragic death of Eugenia Niarchos, the great revelation must be done; a revelation that few people knew or know. The antecedent that preceded the tragic event (the erotic outburst of the host on his sister-in-law, witnessed by his wife) was not a fabrication of the writer's imagination, but the reporter's exclusive information; he collected it from the sister of Aristotle Onassis herself, when Artemis Garofalidis was still alive.
That tried woman had gone through a lot in her life. She lived through the destruction of Smyrna, the looting of her father's fortune, the flight of the refugees and of her own family. She gave birth to a mentally retarded child, and lived through the successive deaths of the Onassis family members. Even though she was wealthy, thanks mainly to her brother, she left this life disappointed and tormented. That woman got to know of what preceded the events of that night, not only from the shadow-servant, but from Tina herself who recounted everything in detail, with all Ps and Qs, as they said in Smyrna. The only person who did not find the thread [clue] of Ariadne that night at Spetsopoula was Police lieutenant Kotronis, the first to interrogate both Stavros Niarchos and Tina Livanos. Nor could the subsequent interrogators and district attorneys consider, intentionally or unintentionally, the possibility of the magnate's flirtations with his sister-in-law, so the clue, in the labyrinth of Spetsopoula, remained entangled for ever; because this time Theseus did not kill the Minotaur, but the bull drove his horns in and killed his wife, whom wealth sacrificed, without punishment indeed, while Justice shut its eyes.
Words for a melodrama script accompanied by the reader's suspicions that the writer utters revelations that cannot be verified since Artemis Garofalidis is not in life; however, there are two more sisters of Garofalidis, that is, Meropi Konialidis and Kalliroe Patronikolas, who are not only alive but can, if they would (because they keep their mouths tightly shut for twenty-seven years and are not of the types that appear on the TV "windows"), confirm the event-clue that preceded the tragic death of Eugenia Niarchos.

...The old man did not want to remember that moment, the most pathetic moment he had ever experienced with a woman, which moment, however, turned out to be the most moving one. Tina was in his arms, wearing her transparent negligee, certainly prepared for what was to follow. Nonetheless, she had taken her pills, a light dosage of barbiturates. Niarchos realized he held a soulless doll with a voice: "We are not good for such things now, my Stavros, she said and began crying."
Tina was 42 years old, but felt old, much older than her new husband who was twenty years older than she was. Stavros watched the castle he had built crumbling down as if made of a pack of cards. Now or never, he thought; using his lemon-perfumed handkerchief, he wiped off the tears that streamed down her lovely dimples. She was touched and extended her arms that embraced him like white doves, just before the pills' effect began.
"Tina, my love," Stavros Niarchos whispered and continued as he kissed her passionately: "Whatever I became, I owe it to you, for I wanted your respect and admiration!"
"Tom, Tom..."
In his daze, the old man asked for the support of the shadowy butler because he was the only one he got left.
Meanwhile, the butler was rummaging in his dossiers and clippings to find information about the marriage of Tina and Stavros, but he could not because their matrimonial life did not include outbursts and reveling, highs and lows that attract reporters and paparazzi.
Theirs was the strangest marriage ever to take place; it was neither sexual passion, nor a match-making, but the mingling of an absurd logic based on financial interests and on the wish for a refuge of two people, who after the storm, were searching for peace. Niarchos showed interest in Tina's children, who, however, did not want even to see him. One day he surprised her; he gave her a list with information on the property of Onassis.
- So that you know in detail what exactly Jackie is after, he told her.
The former Mrs. Onassis knew about most of the information, but some of it was unknown to her: a fleet of freighters and tankers that exceeded the seventy vessels. Stocks that accounted for one-third of the capital of Onassis, in oil companies in the USA, the Middle East, and Venezuela. Additional shares that secured his control of ninety-five multinational businesses on the five continents. Gold processing plants in Argentina and Uruguay. A great share in an airline in Latin America and $4 million dollars worth of investments in Brazil. An electronics company in Japan. Also companies like Olympic Maritime and Olympic Tourist; chemical company in Persia; apartments in Paris, London, Monte Carlo, Athens, Acapulco, a castle in South France; Olympic Tower, a fifty-two story high-rise in Manhattan, another building in Sutton Place; Olympic Airways and Air Navigation; islands Scorpios and Sparta; the yacht "Christina"; and finally, deposit accounts and accounts in treasuries in two hundred and seventeen banks in the whole World!
'What can I use this list for?" she asked him.
He looked at her with his cunning, sardonic gaze:
"It isn't only the list, my sweet. I've sent my people out, too. At every opportunity they gather information on any and all changes and transfers of property assets which belong to Aris today, but which tomorrow will go to Alexandras and Christina, provided, of course, the Smyrna man won't lose it in the meantime or that good-for-nothing American woman and her kids don't grab most of it."
"Don't speak nonsense, Stavros, because Aris will leave everything to Alexandros, whom he holds dearer than the crown of his whole kingdom.

Everything fell apart when the Piaggio aircraft of Alexandras crashed during its take off on 23 January 1973. Sitting in his armchair, Niarchos read from the book, The Onassis Dynasty: Tragedy and Riddle:
"We all read in the papers how Alexandros Onassis died, twenty-eight hours after the crash of his Piaggio that was operated by the newly-arrived American pilot Donald McCasker. However, nowhere did we read the name of the man who had misconnected the wires between the control panel and the helm. This is the man that Aristotle Onassis was looking for until the moment he realized the reverse counting that signaled the end of his own life had begun. "Limberopoulos, they killed my boy!" He said the same thing to everyone with whom he had a close acquaintance or friendship during the last months before he died. He added that he had to have Christina married as soon as possible because she was in danger to be killed. Uttering his own words, the spiritually and physically broken father of Alexandras appeared terrified, and would lower his voice. Who? The fearless Onassis, who, since the time he saw Smyrna in flames, never feared anything again in his life; the multibillionaire who never employed body-guards...

January 21rd 1973 France January 23rd 1973 Greece
...January 23rd, 1973: Phones started ringing all around the world. In New York, shocked and numb, the father stood with phone in hand; then he cried:
"Save my son ... save him and I'll give you everything you will want... everything!
Tina, the young man's mother, hears the appalling news while in Germany. Stavros Niarchos, who is with her, accompanies her to Athens.
The sister of Alexandros, Christina, is in Brazil. In the beginning, she thinks this is a tragi-comical farce. Then, she hastens to the airport, looking ten years older. In the plane, she is informed that Alexandros is fighting -without any hope - with death.
The book slides from the old man's hands; he cannot continue reading but he remembers those tragic moments when, supporting Christina, he entered the hospital room where the machine kept Alexandros alive while his brain was already dead. After her son's death, Tina lost all interest in life. She even looked at her daughter with an empty gaze. As for Niarchos -who also mourned for Alexandros, she saw him as someone who took care of her life, who tried to dissuade her from using sedative and hypnotic pills...
Alexandros - Fiona
...The Niarchos couple happened to be in the same hall with Maria Callas during a charity event in Paris. The prima donna lost her composure. She remained petrified. Livanos's daughter, without losing her cool - she may not have seen her -, passed by, but Niarchos paused, made a light bow to his famous compatriot, and went on his way. They say that Callas told Jeffirelli, who was accompanying her, motioning her head towards Tina: "Here's a woman who's much more miserable than I am."...
...When she married to Niarchos, Tina was 42 years old, still fresh, beautiful and elegant. Looking at the children, Alexandros was 25 and Christina 23, one could think that they were her siblings, and certainly the mother was much more feminine than the daughter. A psychiatrist could explain the complexes of both children, considering the one lived with a woman much older than he, and the other was married a middle-age man. Since their mother was a beautiful socialite, and their father a businessman, always on the move, Alexandros and Christina had been raised by governesses, nannies, maids, and teachers. The children never felt the consistent family support and warmth, except during Christmas holidays and vacations. But even during those times, their parents took more care of their guests.
Tina Niarchos felt she was a mother only when she lost Alexandros. It was, however, too late to consider her faults, especially her biggest one: her sensitiveness and stubbornness to get a divorce at thirty-one when her children were twelve and ten years old and suffered a psychic trauma that followed them for the rest of their lives. Now, she had lost her son; now, Tina Livanos, former Mrs Onassis, former Bladford, and current Mrs Niarchos felt that her life had no meaning whatsoever. She increased the dosage of sedatives that she already used; consequently, her sexual appetite ceased. She continued to be the wife of Stavros Niarchos only on paper. Once they visited Scorpios, with their yacht, to pay homage to her son's grave; they tied her next to the 'Christina.' On her deck, where she had dined with both her first and last husbands, memories of festive nights with famous guests did not stir in her mind; instead, she felt Alexandros and Christina, as young children, playing and running around her. She began crying, falling in the arms, not of her husband, but of Aris, whom she felt as her own, her only husband in her sinful life. Niarchos understood and retreated a bit, glass in hand, but still able to hear his wife telling his eternal enemy:
My Aris, if I die, do not demand that I be buried here next to my child, for I was not a good mother, and I would disturb his peace. Let them place me next to our Eugenia, in Lausanne.
Tina had grown ten years older that period and so had Aris. They cried in each other's arms and for the first time tears, and many tears also streamed down the face of Niarchos. Tina retreated to sleep, having swallowed her barbiturates for sure, while the two men stayed up all night, drinking and talking. Onassis said he wanted his life to be over, while Niarchos consoled him that they had many years ahead of them.
The guy from Smyrna at some point looked at him in the eye and, suddenly, asked him: "I would like to know two things be­fore I leave this world, Stavros: Whether my son was murdered and how Evgenia died. You are the only person who can answer the second question.
Niarchos, dead drunk - quite the contrary of Onassis, who never got drunk - looked at him with a blank gaze:
"Aris," he said, "I could be wrong in anything that I tell you. Like I said in the interrogation, I don't remember exactly whathappened. So what can I tell you, especially since I'm drunk even now that you're asking me, just like I was that cursed night."
"Come on, let's go to bed," Onassis said and helped his rival in love and in wealth to get up.
When Onassis had taken him to his cabin, he waved at the steward to go away and told him: "I hope you tell me the truth in the next world, Stavros."
However, before closing the door, the guy from Smyrna said: "I'm talking nonsense. If there is another world, souls will be dis­charged of worldly affairs."
Next day, the one yacht passed by the other one and that was the last time the two sons-in-law met, two men whose rivalry created two of the grandest fortunes of this century...

...In January of 1954, the 'Tina Onassis' sails to Jidda, with Aris and his wife who are given hospitality in the palace of Saud. The Saudi Arabia-Onassis agreement is underway and the powerful oil companies feel as if a dwarf saws their gigantic legs.
Old Niarchos recalls all this, the stir Onassis provoked in the American government and Aramco, the excitement in the newspapers. And behold, lately an FBI agent filled newspapers and TV with his statements that supposedly I "had paid him to destroy Onassis!"
Stolarchos moves in his armchair, mumbles and curses. His nurse wipes off his drool while Hilary and his butler approach. He looks at them through the crack of his half-closed eye:
-They accused me for collaborating with agents to destroy Aris. Lies and vileness of fantasizing journalists and FBI retired cops, who attempt to get out of darkness into the light. Do you know what television means to a nameless and undistinguished man? A great opportunity for self-projection and publicity. I'm not sure but I think someone killed his whole family to get on the first page and be on the accursed television!
As every day so today the aged man remembers haphazardly his life's chapters; the one regarding the American government charges is nailed in his thought. He nods to his secretary to lean over, listen and respond:
-Do you remember what happened finally with the Onassis-FBI
The English woman hesitated to respond, but he insisted:
-Remind me exactly of all that happened even if you think you'll upset me.
Having lived with her boss's outbursts, her own shorthand scribbles, the keys of her typewriter, fax machines and telephones, his titanic struggle for wealth and power, the woman wipes off his sweating brow now and tells him:
-Onassis had become first page news in the American press, which, more or less, portrayed him as a new Luciano. In a few days, however, Onassis launched a counter-attack reminding the press that it was he who saved the American Bethlehem Shipyards from closing down, because he entrusted them with building a super tanker fleet for him; moreover, that during the Korean War, he set his ships -under foreign flag - at the disposal of the American Navy, and they thanked him publicly.
-What happened next? the old man urged, familiar with the answer but wanting to hear it again.
-The mafioso, Greek Luciano, became John Wayne!
The old man started laughing incessantly so that his secretary and nurse worried he might choke from his laughter. Upon calming down, he told them proudly:
-This is how we, the Greeks, are. We fight among ourselves, like weasels and jackals, but when in front of strangers, we become lions. But even lions grow old, he continued in an exhausted voice, and end up like Aris, with their fur and mane fleeced, mangy and pitiful, worthless even to rag-collectors of Seine. Why Seine? Because there, in Paris, died the most ferocious lion I met in this jungle called human antagonism and conceit. Tell me then, my dear Hilary, since you met Aris and me at the apex of our power, what is left of us? My pride is gone since you've got to pamper me like a baby, and I'm left with the mange, already smelling like carrion...

Today the big boss showed that although his mind had been imprisoned for months, it was ready to free itself. He stewed over the fact that his colossal fortune, whichhe had created alone, was being mastered by his sons while the doctors bent over his bed with pills, syringes and intravenoustubes. However, all this was over, finished, he told himself. Heresolved to eat again, to gain his strength, to get up and properlytake care of everyone! "I'm hungry," he yelled, and added:
-Bring me the newspapers, foreign and Greek.
Niarchos attempted to drink his juice but the glass shook in one hand, as did the piece of toast in his other. The juice streamed down his chin and the butler wiped it with a napkin scented with lemon blossom cologne.


"Take it," he said, and then beckoned them to push him, in the wheel chair, to his office. He commanded the secretary and the male-nurse to set him in front of the computer. Then he ordered them to leave him alone. From his pocket he took a small piece of paper with the code number written out, and began to press the keys. He wanted to survey his assets, to determine the current number of his ships, and find out about the last one he had acquired. He leaned over, with the magnifying glass in front of one eye, and saw number "22" and next to it a digital-image of the last tanker that had joined his fleet: OCEAN GUARDIAN: 292,000 tons 333 meters long 22 meters draught Shipbuilders: MITSUBISI, Japan (1993) Value: 88,000,000 USD


His bony fingers remained suspended above the keyboard as he recalled a moving scene three years ago in New York. Before departing for Japan to take delivery of his great tanker, his captain and officers had visited him at the hospital. With pride, he had pointed to Captain Dimitris Karakoulias and said to his son Constantine: "He is from Laconia, the Province of the Peloponnese, and I'm proud he'll lead the world's most modern tanker”


When his two legs still supported him, he flattered no one, but in his later days he found words of sympathy for those who would serve under the command of his children. Therefore he showed compassion for Captain Dimitris in front of his son, and remembered he had expressed his wish to take a trip with the megathere he would govern. "Why not, Captain Stavros?" the Laconian skipper had responded. But already the Stolarchos began to realize that sea travelling was now an impossibility for him, who had so fervently loved the sea.


"I envy you, for I won't be able to come with you," he had said to the officers, and then asked the captain about the number of officers and crew on the tanker. "Only twenty-four persons, ten Greek officers and fourteen Filipinos, to fill the inferior positions. Captain Stavros, this tanker is the most recent creation of modern shipbuilding. All navigational equipment is automated, so it doesn't require night shifts. The computer, from the engine room to the bridge, the helm, and all navigation, loading and unloading controls everything. It is also "double skin," that is, there is one vessel inside another, so if the hull cracks, the sea won't get polluted."


This is the new age of electronic navigation. The old man pressed the keys to find the lists from his golden epoch when he had 3.7 million tons of freighters and tankers. His fleet furrowed seas and oceans carrying gold-producing cargo: grains, coal, iron ore, timber, heating oil, and petroleum. Niarchos brought all this back to his memory; his tankers World Honor, World Horizon, World Kindness, all of them superior pieces, with turbine engines, built by I. H. I. Shipbuilders in Yokohama. For five or six years, these ships yielded great profits and then were put out of commission, dismantled and sold for scrap metal in Taiwan. He had no use for them since the Suez crisis (1967-1975) was over. The Suez crisis: what a lottery ticket! Of the 160 million tons of petroleum that poured out daily from wells in the Middle East, 100 million were destined for Europe and were transferred to the continent, the tankers having to navigate around Africa. A year before the Suez crisis, as if by sudden Divine illumination, Niarchos had increased the number of his tankers, which were already busy carrying petroleum priced three times above normal price! "A trip equals a ship!" yelled the lucky shipowner, who was not only lucky but forward-thinking as well. While other ship owners scurried around trying to order tankers, he was already channeling his immense profits not into the acquisition of new ships, but to other profitable businesses, this time on the mainland. He had driven all the traditional ship owners crazy, this commercial navigation "parachutist," Who built ships when the others hesitated to do so. And when they tried to emulate him, they failed, because the sea had speculatively dried up, and Niarchos had already gone into mainland businesses.


Onassis had increased his fortune during that time, and was considered wealthier than his rival, because he possessed not only his fleet and his aircraft company Olympic Airways, but mostly through his behavior which made the front pages of most newspapers. He had convinced everyone that he was the biggest Magnate of all.


Initially, Onassis's great notoriety did not matter so much to Niarchos. He knew the man from Smyrna was an exhibitionist, showing off] for public consumption. After all, Onassis only had a metal yacht, a power boat, that is, worthless and tasteless, like his art collections of dissimilar pieces and artistic styles. Niarchos, on the other hand, had a yacht that was a work of art, and a painting collection of the greatest impressionists. Even the most elite of world society bowed to his good taste.


Once, the Olympic gold-medallist and successor to the Greek throne, Constantine, had teased him: "Mr.. Niarchos, Onassis fooled you and adopted the word Olympic, with the five circled emblem, in the names of his ships. Why didn't you think of


"Your Highness, I preferred the word World, in naming my ships since I'm not after an Olympic metal every four years. I beat the world record every year!"


On the other hand, the man from* Smyrna criticized that Niarchos used the colors blue, white and red on his steam-boats, along with an enormous "N," which reminded everyone of France and Napoleon Bonaparte.


"And what does that mean?" his closest associate, Costas Gratsos, asked him.


Onassis answered: "Don't you understand what he means by that? He thinks he is the Stolarchos, what am I saying?, the emperor of oceans."


When Niarchos learned of all this he used to get furious. Now in the same way, he recalled it all and stooped over the complete list of all the ships he had ever owned, to ascertain that indeed he had been the Greatest Stolarchos of them all...

...Suddenly, the wretched image of that lunatic Howard Hughes jammed his dream. What a horrible end that handsome man had, who was envied by the most wealthy of the world before losing his mind to drugs. Isolated in his invincible fortress, gripped with a terrible paranoia that someone would poison him; unwashed, unshaven, with his long hair plastered by dirt, naked on his bed; and the monitor in front of him, checking the entrance, the corridors, the stairways, his personnel in their rooms, in the kitchen. He resembled a bone-thin Tarzan, a miserable king of the jungle. The man who once had so many of Hollywood's Janes at his feet. During his prime, they raced to be the first to enter his mansions and the biggest plane in the world that he himself had designed and piloted.
The old man was violently awaken by the nightmare: "Thank you, my Lord, that I didn't end up like him. Maybe my body got thin and feeble, but my mind preserves its youthful nature especially, since it can still calculate my calculable.
His eyes met the Cephalonian man:
"Õou know what I was dreaming about? That looney, Hughes, who was terrified that his guards and service people would poison him. Do you think maybe I have something to fear from you, too? And do you know what your motive will be? Jealousy and envy; because, with absolutely no help, a man like me managed to climb all the steps of life one-by-one and, after titanic battles, he set his flag on the top of the mountain. I'll tell you so you know Tom ... I started with a nutshell of dinghy, which was sunk by gun fire and with the indemnity I got from the insurance agency, I set the initial capital for my fleet .... And I realized my dream of naming all my ships with the prefix WORLD, Universal. It is the word that possessed me since I was a kid, when I was dreaming to become the Alexander the Great of the oceans."
Tom remained silent, completely engrossed in listening to Niarchos.
-Once, my youngest son, Constantine, asked me, 'Dad, why don't we name one of our ships Great Alexander? You know what I answered him? My boy, Alexander was as great as the distance between Macedonia and India is, and his name cannot be contained on the bow or stern of a ship. And now, I'm tired this chattering, bring me a glass of liquor and a cigar.
As he moved to prepare the drink, the butler thought that his boss had been so great that, once, the earth, the seas, the oceans could not contain his magnitude. His name shined on the nameplates of his offices around the world, from "Niarchos London Ltd." to "Niarchos Japan"!
"I wanna piss, but not in the bed pan. Lift me," the old man faintly shouted, and Tom waved to the security man standing by the door. He was afraid to help him alone, lest "sir" fall down.
As the strong guard helped him, Niarchos felt the man's tight arm and got jealous, because, when he was young, he was muscular also, even though he was a slim man. He stood above the toilet bowl, with the security man and the butler ready to catch him if he lost his balance. Summoned by Hilary, the doctor on duty had hastened anxious, because, for the first time in many months, the patient had moved so much, even though he was still confined to his wheel chair. "I have the desire," the old man laughed loudly, "to throw shit him, but I don't want to dirty my hands."
The male-nurse washed him, changed his underwear, and while the doctor advised them to take Niarchos in to sleep, he pointed toward the armchair near the fireplace. "There," he shouted to Hilary, and told her to give a hundred dollar bill to each of the twenty-four-hour shift people. His blurred gaze went to the guard, and he wondered what salary the man got. Niarchos envied him because he was young, strong, healthy .... After his shift, he would eat and drink as much as he wanted, and at night he would make love and he would exercise in the morning .... He could play tennis, swim, run, climb the stairs.
"My Lord, such people exist!"
When he got comfortable next to the fireplace, he again asked how much the guard was paid to serve him, even to endanger his life. He knew that he was armed and trained. A healthy organism, to take care of a dried husk of a man, waiting like a dog does that expects a bone from his master. The old man's brain worked quickly through a thousand curves. Some day, all these gunmen will be dangerous to those they guard, he thought. Just like in the old days, when the cowboys got to be too dangerous for the big cow-ranchers. Was Hughes right;

Niarchos rejoiced as he had the time he seduced Nureyev away from Onassis's close group of friends; Nureyev, that god of dance, who, nevertheless, almost caused problems for Niarchos with his two sons. It was the time when Rudy developed a close friendship with his sons, Philip and Spyros, and, accompanied by that handsome young man, Mario Tarta, and that fantastic doll, Matoula (who danced on the tables for Onassis), they scared the hell of him.

The old man recalled all this and got furious retroactively; on the one hand, Rudy pursued that handsome son, Philip, and on the other, Matoula got together with Spyros. He had asked to see his sons and reprimanded them heavily. Both excused themselves: "But dad, what are you saying ... if we don't play around now when we are young, we run the risk of doing so when we are old, like uncle Aris."

The cunning birds, he had thought, they tell the mother-in-law so the bride hears it.... They are right. I'll let them have fun now in Mykonos, and in the winter, I'll tie them up. So, there they were, free, loose, on the island of gays, along with Mario and Matoula. The things they conceived, the scandalous babes, as Tsiforos would say; they introduced a gorgeous dame, named Pilar, to Spyros, telling him she was royalty; Niarchos's second son went crazy over this girl. They spent days and nights together, drinking champagne and eating caviar; all this for the princess. Meanwhile, Matoula was a free bird to enjoy herself, Mario became an item with Helmut Berger (Visconti's gay protagonist - another pan-hedonist!), and Philip was flattered by Nureyev's desire for him. The Russian drank a load, one FIX beer after another, a habit he had acquired at The Katina's of Paleo Faliro, accompanied by Odysseus and Maria Pahos, Alkis Giannakas, and Scalindo.

If Matoula or Maria Pahos were to talk, a book could be written, drawing a picture of Sodom and Gomorrah behind the glamorous veneer of resounding names of wealth and art. Recently, someone asked Matoula why she does not write a book; she responded: But why, Kolonaki and Mykonos will become empty places!