my Cyprus, my Κύπρος, my Kıbrıs

Bureaucracy

Bureaucracy

“Well done,” they said. You’ve conquered your fears; crossing to the north every day and no less by car. However, it does come with a price, aside from the irritating time difference. First of all, I’ve realized how much paperwork is involved in certain actions; things you would never even…

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My mother’s story

My mother’s story

Arriving on the island in 1978, still very much a young woman, my mother, of Irish-parentage, came to live in the mixed village of Potamia with my father, who had been living in London for 15 years with my auntie and grandmother, following the intercommunal strife of the early 1960s.…

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An eye opener

An eye opener

Sometimes when you look you don’t really see what’s there. And then there are the cases when you may have looked a thousand times but one day you might see it differently; notice a little something extra because you feel differently that day. Last week I took a group of…

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Some home truths

Some home truths

It is inevitable that having grown up in south Cyprus, surrounded mainly by Greek Cypriots and my Turkish Cypriot family members, I am more comfortable around Greek Cypriots. I’ve mentioned this on a number of occasions. However sometimes I feel it’s important to revisit certain topics as reactions and feelings…

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