mrfromng wrote:Pyrpolizer wrote:mrfromng wrote: I was eleven in 64. So just think about it, 43 years of regular encounters with my GC brothers and not one good experience. Sad but true.
I have many Greek/GC friends here, so I cant be blamed for being racist, anti Greek or unreasonable. This is just a simple case of our GC brothers believing in their hearts that we have no right to be in Cyprus and the treatment we get is well deserved.
Hold on for a minute mrfromng. Your family emmigrated in UK in 1963 when you were 11. I assume from 1963 to 1974 you visited Cyprus a couple of times am I right so far? You say you never felt welcomed by the GCs during those times.
Then what? As far as I know from 1974 until just recently no TC could come here and then cross to the occupied. I have no doubt the general feeling against you was not that bright. Well, put yourself in the shoes of any GC.There is practically no one who is not either a refugee himself, or has refugees in his family, or does not aside with the pain of the refugees. What would be the best you would react if you were them? Be honest and answer this question.
We emigrated in 64, I was 11. Born 53. We visited almost every year until 74. None of those visits were pleasant as far as GC police, customs and immigration is concerned. Remember this was before Turkeys intervention.
So now you want to justify the disgraceful treatment we get because of the events of 74. So I'm answering your question honestly, I sympathise with them and perhaps understand the way they treat us at the border. What about between 63 and 74 then, what had we done to them then for the treatment we got?
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i told them they can ask me questions but i wasn't gonna answer them, and if they had a problem with this to call the feds. again i was redlined. i waited a half an hour for me turn for a baggage check. then when it was my turn they said i could go. then i got upset becuase they made me wait for nothing. so i demanded they empty my suitcase and go through it as per their job. they said they wouldn't and i said well i ain't moving and i demanded they do their job. they said they will throw me out and i said i would suit them if they laid a hand on me. I also demanded the feds come out if they had a problem. a supervisor and me got in an argument and i told him the reason he got a job at customs is because he fail the test and that in a private job he would have gotten sacked carrying on like this. we argued for about 15 minutes and i wasn't willing to leave. then another supervisor came across and said i will do the search. I asked him to empty the bag out, go through my belongings and also check the perimeter of the suitcase, to which he did but fail to check the perimeter. then i showed him how to check the perimeter properly. i could see the bastard was getting frustrated. after they finished i went outside to get a taxi to go home. before the taxi i decided to have a cigarette and the same customs supervisor came out for a cigarette and we started chatting. he said i was a crazy son of a bitch and they never seen anything like this before. well i said if you gonna redline someone the least you can do is do your bloody job properly. 
