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[quote="Kikapu"][quote="denizaksulu"]


Do you have your molekhia with the extra garlic and lemon? yum yum.

Afiyetler
Regards
DA[/quote]


No garlic DA, but lots of lemon juice, or else it becomes "slimy" (sumuklu olur).

Never thought of using garlic though. I'll bear that in mind for the next cooking event, in about 6 months time. [/quote]

I am sorry for you Kikapu.
Does that mean you dont like Bamya/okra/ladies fingers? Or does your cook know how to prepare bamya correctly?

[Pyrpolizer]

Hey DA kikapu is a chef de cuisine man

@halil

Thanks for the map. Believe me a few days ago I met a Tc who was from Ortakoyu, the man got surprised when I told him I didn’t know where his village was…. I understand your mothers route to Nicosia very well now.
Btw the village with the spring water is kRini, not KiRni like so many people in here called it before. That’s an ancient Greek word meaning something like "big water tap". I never knew where that village was either, perhaps I will visit it one of these days.
Shilloura is the GC dialect name for Skilloura, so nothing wrong with that!

Looking again at the map I see you were living in that Nicosia-Kionelli-Agyrta-Fotta enclave. It is true that living conditions there were very bad, propably the worst although I doubt any GC knew anything about it then.
You said upto 1968 all roads were closed. Please clarify this. Do you mean from inside the enclave or from outside or from both sides? What happened after 1968?
Did you have any relatives living in mixed villages or other areas which were not so isolated? How was their life compared to yours?
What I cannot understand is how some TCs were so much afraid to go in GC areas whereas others not. For example I remember very well in the early 70s TCs carrying fresh vegetables at Ermou Street, where the main market was.Also doing shopping from the then supermarket of Athienites, which those times was the equivalent of todays Orphanides.

Most of the Tcs my family knew before 1974 avoided travelling anyway, perhaps they would travel 1-2 villages down the road, but never very far from their own. Most of the times we were the ones who visited them and it was always for work matters not for socialising. On the other hand the roads to inside the Nicosia-Kionelli-Agyrta-Fotta enclave were always closed for us the GCs, like I said before I never knew where Ortakoyu or even your village Fotta was.

Please feel free to continue your childhood story. I think we learn more by just hearing and asking questions in here rather than swordplaying.
I have nothing much to say about my childhood other than my father was a farmer but never wanted us to end up like him, he wanted us to become educated. Typical for many people at those times.

All I can say is we lost everything in 1974 and my father wanted to die. He finally made it, he got prostatis, which was curable. He didn't tell anyone, didn't visit any doctor. Just let the decease spread all over and finish him.

[Kikapu]

Hey DA kikapu is a chef de cuisine man

Thanks Pyro.


All I can say is we lost everything in 1974 and my father wanted to die. He finally made it, he got prostatis, which was curable. He didn't tell anyone, didn't visit any doctor. Just let the decease spread all over and finish him.

Sorry to hear, that your father lost the WILL to live, after losing his life work with the farm and land.]

[Kikapu]

Does that mean you dont like Bamya/okra/ladies fingers? Or does your cook know how to prepare bamya correctly?

Yeh, I like all THREE of them.

My COOK, along with my Chauffeur, Gardner, Butler and the Geisha Girls to bathe me are all very hard working people.

DA, I live in Switzerland man and not in the RoC like Pyro who gets to have all these luxuries.

I cook myself I'm afraid and I love it. Just had another plate of Molohiya / Moloha and it tasted just great. Second day is almost better than the first.

I am yet to cook any "Bamya" , but I know how to make it. It's hard to come by OKRA here where I live except frozen, and even then it may be cut to pieces, which is not good to what you're talking about, but will make some soon. Thanks for the idea.

[Pyrpolizer]

Thanks for your sympathy Kikapu.

[Pyrpolizer]

I live in Switzerland man and not in the RoC like Pyro who gets to have all these luxuries.

Hey Kikapu you are not trying to add Geishas in my dreams are you? Cause the 2 meters tall Russians will start complaining!

btw have you seen the movie "memoirs of a geisha" very good ha?

[Kikapu]

Thanks for your sympathy Kikapu.

You're very welcome my friend.

You know something Pyro, life and living is a funny thing. Nature intended for us to live for a purpose, and we do with missions in life, and it is through these missions that we fulfill our purposes to ourselves and Nature. Once the purpose is lost, so is the will to live.

I say that your father was a very brave person to accept the loss of his purpose, hence the fact, Nature took away his life, because the purpose for that life was gone.

I believe for him, his purpose was to live on his land because that's were he belonged. That's were his roots were. That's were he wanted to return after life.

I hope one day you are able to make his last wish come true and take him back to his land to end his journey.

I'm so sorry Pyro for your fathers pain.

[halil]

Hey DA kikapu is a chef de cuisine man

@halil

Thanks for the map. Believe me a few days ago I met a Tc who was from Ortakoyu, the man got surprised when I told him I didn’t know where his village was…. I understand your mothers route to Nicosia very well now.
Btw the village with the spring water is kRini, not KiRni like so many people in here called it before. That’s an ancient Greek word meaning something like "big water tap". I never knew where that village was either, perhaps I will visit it one of these days.
Shilloura is the GC dialect name for Skilloura, so nothing wrong with that!

Looking again at the map I see you were living in that Nicosia-Kionelli-Agyrta-Fotta enclave. It is true that living conditions there were very bad, propably the worst although I doubt any GC knew anything about it then.
You said upto 1968 all roads were closed. Please clarify this. Do you mean from inside the enclave or from outside or from both sides? What happened after 1968?
Did you have any relatives living in mixed villages or other areas which were not so isolated? How was their life compared to yours?
What I cannot understand is how some TCs were so much afraid to go in GC areas whereas others not. For example I remember very well in the early 70s TCs carrying fresh vegetables at Ermou Street, where the main market was.Also doing shopping from the then supermarket of Athienites, which those times was the equivalent of todays Orphanides.

Most of the Tcs my family knew before 1974 avoided travelling anyway, perhaps they would travel 1-2 villages down the road, but never very far from their own. Most of the times we were the ones who visited them and it was always for work matters not for socialising. On the other hand the roads to inside the Nicosia-Kionelli-Agyrta-Fotta enclave were always closed for us the GCs, like I said before I never knew where Ortakoyu or even your village Fotta was.

Please feel free to continue your childhood story. I think we learn more by just hearing and asking questions in here rather than swordplaying.
I have nothing much to say about my childhood other than my father was a farmer but never wanted us to end up like him, he wanted us to become educated. Typical for many people at those times.

All I can say is we lost everything in 1974 and my father wanted to die. He finally made it, he got prostatis, which was curable. He didn't tell anyone, didn't visit any doctor. Just let the decease spread all over and finish him.

İ feel sorry for your dad .İt is not easy my friend to lost your loved ones and your belongins.
When i met lena's father i read his eyes.the way he looked it was very sad moments in my life.
when i read your writings also i remembered from the route Nicosia- Ortakoy,Gönyeli, Bogaz and finaly Kyrenia the greek Cypriots were passing by the UN escort convoys.Old greeks cypriots will remember it.
because they were afraid to pass alone.......

later on i will post second part of the memories. when i finelised my writing i will try to replay all of it again while i replay i might remember more .

why don't you join us for a picnic.

[halil]

My Childhood Memories Part 2

Going back in time again to my early childhood.During my primary school the Turkish Red Crescent would send powdered skimmed milk . At school this milk would be served to us first thing in the morning. We would wait patiently in a queue, a cup in hand waiting for the milk. We would also receive a slice of bread with butter. İ’ll never forget the taste of this breakfast because it was so sweet for us.
Every Friday our teachers would take us to the local mosque in order to pray. Some of us loved this, some hated it but all of us had to go from fear of our teachers!
İn 1964, during the battle for Erenköy(DİLLİRGA) the Turkish fighter planes flew over our village. Our people were so happy, they spilled into the streets shouting rejoice, some went to their roofs and waved their flags. After these planes flew past we heard that one of them was shot down. Everyone was very sad. The pilot Cengis Topel, a big monument was built in Nicosia. From our village lots of us went in auto buses to pay our respect and grieve for his bravery. For days our villagers were told how Cengis Topel had been captured alive by Greek Militiamen and tortured to death.

İn 1967 İ remember we were in the school playground and again heard the sound of Turkish fighter planes. This time they were giving us an air display. Us children were clapping at them, cheering and waving our hands. After the Turkish fighter planes left, unknown to me at the time, there was a withdrawal by Greece of her soldiers. Only as an adult did İ learn what had happened- Turkey had warned Greece to withdraw her troops, and the Turkish Air force's display İ had applauded was a show of her military strength to frighten Greece into withdrawing her troops.

After the Turkish fighter planes had returned to Turkey and Greece’s troops had fled to Greece İ remember Greek Cypriot Militiamen on the Green Line in Nicosia put very loud speakers and played a song ‘I waited but they didn’t come,’(BEKLEDİM DA GELMEDİ) – it was a reference to the Turkish army that as of yet had not arrived.

After the song was played us Turkish Cypriots felt an increased twist in our stomachs and a bitter taste in our tongues left by the people we had lived side by side with. Even in our schools a new sense of Turkish Cypriot nationalism was born, along side maths, science, Geography a new lesson was being taught to us by our soldiers-how to use guns, and how to protect ourselves and our families. Of course we were also taught first aid along side these lessons.

From this time onwards İ remember a new practice was born, which occurred every Saturday afternoons and lasted right up to 1974. Every Saturday in the Turkish side of Nicosia, Turkish Miltiamen would raise the Turkish flag so that it would be visible to the Greek side and loud speakers would play the Turkish anthem. Villagers would surround this area and stand to attention.

On the Greek side, the flag of Greece was raised. Today every Saturday in Nicosia the Turkish flag and the flag of the T.R.N.C is raised. But today people don t go in great numbers as they used to. Sometimes İ ask myself why? İs it because there is no immedıate danger? Has the lack of persecution diluted our patriotism? Does it mean that war, danger and bloodshed breed patriotism in the souls of men and the need to draw an allegiance to a flag? I also ask myself whether the flag of Greek Cyprus is raised on Saturdays or other days in the same manners, and how many Greek Cypriots attend if it is? And İ ask myself and my readers why was the flag of Greece raised in Greek Cypriot Nicosia alone , but it is now no longer raised alone but is raised alongside the flag of southern Cyprus?

[iceman]

I also remember the milk & buttered bread days at primary school in Limassol....We used to take our own cups to school..

Although we had two mosques in limassol we were not taken there on weekly basis like you did..(once or twice we went and that was supposed to be part of religious lesson...still it was a nice excuse get away from the classrooms)
I suppose weekly visits was your teachers idea at the time not a rule for all Turkish schools around the island.