The water pump

On Monday June 8, 2015, my parents and I took my great-uncle Andreas to his birthplace, Agia Irini. Andreas was born in 1933 and had been a farmer since he was about 12 years old. He had meningitis, a complication of measles, as a child and since the age of 5 he has been deaf, and blind in one eye. […]

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“I am a Cypriot!”

On 14 June 2015 I visited Morphou / Guzelyurt to meet with Ibrahim, a former history teacher, who grew up in Agia Irini, who would help me to make contact with Turkish Cypriot refugees from Polis Chrysochous, many of whom settled in Morphou/Guzelyurt after 1974. Ibrahim took us to one of his favourite cafes, which is patronised by academics and […]

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“I think she was a believer”

On 9 June 2015 I visited Alaminos again to interview Giorgios, who was born in Alaminos in 1948 and moved to Australia in 1974, just one month before the war began. His friends joked that he must have had inside knowledge about what was going to happen and that’s why he left! His father was born and lived in the […]

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The feisty school girls

On Sunday 7 June i visited my grandmother’s village of Polis Chrysochous. It was a lovely day spent with many family members. I interviewed one of them, my great-aunt Maria. Maria was born in Agia Irini and moved to Polis Chrysochous when she married my great-uncle Chrysanthos in 1949. Maria is still very sharp and remember fine details of her childhood […]

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The bride’s pillow

On Tuesday June 2, 2015 I revisited Alaminos. The mayor – Aristos – had arranged three interview participants for me. The first was a couple (Aristos’ parents), Despina and Panayiotis. I had met Despina a week earlier, she is such a warm woman who makes you feel instantly comfortable in her presence. Panayiotis initially seemed like the more quiet of […]

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Eventually all of the citrus trees died

On Monday June 1 2015 I visited Agia Irini (Akdeniz) for the second time this year. Again, my friend Erol had set up two interviews for me. Ibrahim joined me in Erol’s cafe, along with my parents, Erol and another villager. Everyone drank Cypriot coffee, except for me; I had dondurma (Turkish ice-cream) instead. It was delicious! Ibrahim spoke Cypriot […]

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