oh cyprus
whenever I go on the occupied side of Cyprus, I always think what it would be like if it never was. occupied. if this never happened. perhaps I would never live in nicosia. I come from syghari from my mother’s side and my parents got married there, lived in their new house for six months and then the war took place. and they left. they didn’t know that they would never come back. but all these are just stories and so many people who experienced the turkish invasion, have so many to share. I know many of you don’t like the idea of even just visiting the other side. I know I don’t like the idea of showing my passport to pass the border. but I try not to process it much and I will tell you why. I so so so much want to see as many places from the occupied side as I can. I want to visit the villages, the sea... but, still. every time that I go (and mind you I don’t go that often), I always feel tensed. I’m not relaxed and I feel the misery ... the sadness... people trying to get by, but somehow they are stuck in the middle... in between... it’s sad. from whichever side you see it. but I have to tell you. some of the beaches there... the golden sand... the turquoise waters. magic. the nature.
apostolos andreas
agios philonas
rizokarpaso
mesaoria
ammochostos
