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[Piratis]

We heard your lies in here a million times. Nobody stopped you. (and nobody believed you either)

As far as EU goes, you are the ones you have to cry for accession, direct trade etc. We are members and we have our veto and our good partners. Thats all we need.

[zan]

We heard your lies in here a million times. Nobody stopped you. (and nobody believed you either)

As far as EU goes, you are the ones you have to cry for accession, direct trade etc. We are members and we have our veto and our good partners. Thats all we need.

Kepp going then...I amsure they will be happy to hear your explanations....

[Piratis]

We heard your lies in here a million times. Nobody stopped you. (and nobody believed you either)

As far as EU goes, you are the ones you have to cry for accession, direct trade etc. We are members and we have our veto and our good partners. Thats all we need.

Kepp going then...I amsure they will be happy to hear your explanations....

There are UN resolutions which explain it perfectly.

[zan]

We heard your lies in here a million times. Nobody stopped you. (and nobody believed you either)

As far as EU goes, you are the ones you have to cry for accession, direct trade etc. We are members and we have our veto and our good partners. Thats all we need.

Kepp going then...I amsure they will be happy to hear your explanations....

There are UN resolutions which explain it perfectly.

They always change for the better....So they made a mistake...They are pissed off at you though for lying to them!!!!

[Piratis]

They make resolutions by mistake and they are now pissed off. OK!

[denizaksulu]

[quote="Piratis"]And what are the "tactics used in 1963" denizaksulu? Since when it is illegal to [b]propose[/b] changes to the constitution?

It is you that you have to review your tactics, since apparently you want to get your way by force, instead by legal and democratic means.[/quot


Hello Piratis: You are a well educated man. Surely you do not want me to explain the happenings of 1963. All I am asking is get together with the appropriate people and thrash it out. At the "table" that is. Please do not read mystical things in to my sentences. You are so pig headed sometimes you fail to see that I might have sympathy for your losses. Your arrogance I find is often unnecessary. I am a Cypriot like you. We have one cause ( you are not for Enosis I hope).
Regards
DA

[paaul12]

As far as EU goes, you are the ones you have to cry for accession, direct trade etc. We are members and we have our veto and our good partners. Thats all we need.

What a joke, veto u haven't got the balls, dream on!!!!!

[denizaksulu]

[quote="karma"][quote="Kikapu"][quote="Birkibrisli"]...[b]Lets Make Love Not War[/b]...That will make a much better world for our children. [/quote]

If nothing else, at least we'll have more children. [/quote]

Kikapu and BK , are we back to 70ies??

I was only 1 ... but I still remember those flower people..dont u worry guys , it has been almost 40 years but cactus is a flower too



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Hello Karma: Beware of the" thorns" of the cactus. Yet, Gul.u seven dikenine katlanir.
Regards
Deniz

[zan]

They make resolutions by mistake and they are now pissed off. OK!

YEEEEES!

[halil]

I believe that the GCs on this forum and advisers from outside are preventing the GCs from arguing the point on this period because of the exposure it is getting. The war on this period has been won by us and our story is getting out and it is important for it to be told because of the lies that those with political agendas have been telling. Can we have some experiences and truths told of this period by any GCs or will their mother tongue keep still......

Zan do u read untold stories by the Sevgül Uludağ ? Many GC's are started to talk about 1963 - 1974 .
Read Yenidüzen news paper.
http://www.dzforum.de/downloads/0301003.pdf
http://www.yeniduzengazetesi.com

FROM THE DIARY OF A CYPRIOT TURK
A diary kept by a Turkish Cypriot records the tragic events which have taken place
in Cyprus between 21 December 1963 and 30 August 1965. He must have found it
impossible to keep his diary going for nine more years, from September 1965 to July
1974. His last entry reflects his despair: “Our hearts are heavy with the thought
of those who are no longer with us. Oh! Turkey, Turkey. Where are you?
Why don’t you end our strife? Don’t you see that unless you end our strife,
no one will?” He has, under those conditions, wished then to remain anonymous. I
do not know if he and his family survived to see the end of the strife in 1974 and
taste the new Turkish Cypriot freedom. I do not know if he is alive today, in 2001. If
his little daughter Ayşe has survived, she must be in her late forties by now. But his
diary sheds light on the harrowing Turkish Cypriot experiences in the early days and years of the Cyprus question.

His diary starts with the following entries:
“I went to the Greek sector of Nicosia on the 20th (of December) and
bought some toys for Ayşe - for the coming New Year. The
shopkeeper was an old acquaintance. He asked me in a casual way
whether the Turkish merchants were insuring their shops against
riot. I said ‘no’ and asked him why. He told me that word had gone
round to the Greek shopkeepers to insure themselves for riot.
When I came back to the Turkish quarter, I went and saw one of our
leaders and told him the news. He told me that they had already
received that information. ‘The Greeks are up to something but we do
not yet know what it is… we have been getting information of Greeks
going around the villages drafting young men into some sort of a
secret army… of secret arms practice… of changes in the Central
Prison…Greek guards are issued with guns while no guns are given to
the Turks…The Greek policemen and officers have had secret sessions
in the absence of their Turkish comrades. The ex-EOKA detention
camps have been repaired…We shall have to be very careful…’
I asked him whether the chap who had been kidnapped by armed
Greek police three weeks ago while going to his house at Tahtakale
quarter was found or not. He said ‘no’.
I came home feeling very depressed. The toys I had with me were
secretly put away for the New Year.
I woke up with a tumult in the street. Cars buzzing away and people
running about. I got out. It was very cold. Time was about 3:00 a.m.
They said that two Turks had been killed and five others injured at
Tahtakale quarter by the Greeks…I dressed up and went out, telling
my wife not to open the door for anyone, unless she knew who it was.
Dr Küçük and Osman Örek who went to the Paphos Gate police
station to protest against all that had happened came back. They tell
us that the police station has been sandbagged and armed Greeks are
all around. Arms are being issued to the Greeks.
I was up till morning. Dr Küçük and Rauf Denktaş go around from
place to place, advising Turks to keep calm and that they will pursue
this matter through legal channels. As they do so, Greeks, fully
armed, pass in police jeeps jeering the Turkish crowd and shouting
‘EOKA, ENOSIS’.
Greek policemen fire on the school children who are playing in the
courtyard of their school. We all rush there and see two injured boys
being removed to hospital. The Greek jeep passes on and the Greeks
wave to us. Dr Küçük and Rauf Denktaş push the boys back into the
school. We must not retaliate. We must not retaliate. That is the
message...
Funeral procession late in the afternoon. We bury our dead. The Mufti
is unable to speak.
Home by 7:00 p.m. Just having a shave and getting ready for a decent
meal, when shots are heard from Kyrenia road side. Automatic guns. I
get out hurriedly. People gathered at Atatürk square. News comes in.
Two car loads of Turks were shot at near Aspava Bar on the Kyrenia
road, just beyond the traffic police station. A judge and a member of
the Turkish bar were amongst those attacked. Several dead and
wounded Iie around, but it is impossible to approach the pIace…
Young men rush around. Denktaş and Küçük try to stop them.
By the next day all roads leading to Nicosia have been barricaded.
Greeks are well placed in attack positions from Ledra Palace, Hotel
Cornaro, the Severis Flour Mill and the Cold Storage. Turkish cars
come under attack as they try to come into the Turkish quarter.
The big offensive against us begins. I am cut off from my home,
continuous firing from all sides. No telephone or telegraphic
communication. Everything is cut off. The Cyprus Broadcasting
Corporation announces that we have rebelled against the government
and, the government forces are going to maintain order.
News of attacks. Greeks have home-made tanks, bulldozers converted
into tanks, behind which Greek roughnecks hide and attack Turkish
homes with guns and grenades in their hands. Refugees begin to
come in. I search for my family. They are to be found nowhere.
Greek police commander telephones the police station. Unless we
surrender, they will use heavy mortars against us, and many will die.
They fire three mortars, as he puts down the phone.
At night time, Greeks take away Turks from their undefended houses.
They go from place to place shielding behind women and children and
drive them like flocks into the Greek sector. Turkish houses burn
behind them.
The hospital is full of wounded and dead. Doctors work night and day.
The dead are buried in a garden behind Dr Küçük’s house. The road to
the Turkish cemetery is in Greek hands.
Turkish jets fly over. Is it the beginning of the Turkish landing? Mr
Denktaş came around to the Turkish posts to boost our morale… In a
moment Nicosia is full of Turkish flags. Makarios agrees to talk about
cease-fire arrangements… Mr Örek is taken to the British High
Commission in an army ferret car. The attack stops and the British
begin to patrol Nicosia. We have been spared.
I go to my house under British escort and find it in ruins.
Another three days pass. No news from my family.
Another two days or was it four? I don’t remember. Prisoners
delivered under the protection of the British soldiers. My wife is
amongst them carrying Ayşe in her arms. Ayşe is wounded on her leg.
They sob when they see me, and I cry like a woman.
Foreign diplomats and journalists who come to the Turkish Sector are
horrified with what they see. ‘Turkish rebellion?’ asks one of them: ‘Is
this the rebellion we have been hearing about all this time? To hell
with the Greeks.’ What is the use? Refugees, the wounded, and the
dead are all here….
Greek Government Hospital refuses to give blood to the Turkish
Hospital from the blood bank. But for the blood sent from Turkey,
many of the wounded would have died. In spite of the cease- fire,
Turks are attacked everywhere.
News of the hostages killed by Greeks comes in. British eyewitnesses
testify on the lining up of young men and their massacre by the
Greeks.
The village of Mathiati is under siege. So are many other villages but
it is impossible to communicate with them.
Turkish engineers set up a Turkish radio, which begins to broadcast
news. At last we can hear ourselves…
The settlement and feeding of refugees is a colossal problem.
Dr Küçük’s office, the Vice-Presidency, is looted by the Greeks. They
occupy it, denying access to Turkish officers…”
It is not possible to pursue further this engrossing diary here, but the following is
what its author wrote in 1965 as an epilogue:
“I lost a brother in this struggle. He was kidnapped by the Greeks and
taken as a hostage in retaliation of some act allegedly done by
another Turk 70 miles from where my brother was working. He has
not been heard of since. His young wife and two under-aged children
wait for him in vain. I know - from responsible authorities - that my
brother has been murdered in cold blood along with 32 other Turks
who were kidnapped on the same day…
I have Iost my house during this struggle. My home which was not
even in the vicinity of any fighting…
My little girl aged nine was wounded, on the night our quarter was
surrounded and attacked by Greek gunmen. She will stay a cripple for
the rest of her life and yet I am grateful that her life has been spared.
My elder son is doing his duty for his community. He is one of those
fighters who stand against the Greeks and prevent them from
completely annihilating us. He has been defending our village for the
last twenty months. I have not seen him at all since then, but I
cannot complain. Thousands of fathers are in my position and we
know that but for this gallant defence by our young men, Makarios
would, by now, have subdued us into compIete slavery.
My wife is a complete wreck of nerves. She never recovered from the
shock she received, when she witnessed the shooting of our daughter
and the murder of her aged mother by the Greeks. She escaped by
feigning death.
From this wreckage I have saved… my hope in ultimate justice and my note-book…”