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[Nikitas]

One thought that comes to mind as I read Bir's account.

There are events, like the assassinations of TCs by the TMT, and generally the developments within the TC community which never found their way into the GC newspapers. Even though I was aged 10 to 13 between 1960 and 1963 I read the papers and I never saw much of a reference to TC affairs. This absence of TC news can be interpreted in several ways- indifference for what was happening to the "other community", political direction (which I doubt given the propensity of GCs and Greeks to argue about everything under the sun), or, professional incompetence on thepart of GC journalists.

Note that the same situation exists today. We just do not learn!

[mowman]

Bir,s account is causing me to think too Nikitas,

I realise now that the Cyprus I have come to feel so at home in (only for holidays but I might buy a little bolt hole some day as retirement looms) is hardly known to me at all!!!

I was aware that in 1955 EOKA/Grivas commenced armed violence against the British,probably because we said that self - determination would "never happen".Trust us to get it wrong! However my old dad(who thought that Makarios was a terrorist) was probably not aware, as I was not, that it was EOKA B who attempted to assassinate him in 1970 and again in 1974.

I wonder,is it true to say that had Makarios not died in 1977 that a solution to the "problem" was fairly close ?

With some reference to Bir,s account (father was a teacher) I was also unaware that in the 1950,s Turkey sent officers and special forces veterans to Cyprus in the guise of teachers and business men etc. to teach unconventional warfare tactics to the TC population


Well, must not get carried away with this, I still think that the account of the old days from a Turkish perspective is a riveting read and I must make a point of trying to learn more about how things came to be as they are from the perspective of both populations

I wait for more from Bir with much anticipation

[halil]

This man whom I shall call Mr Big was an ignorant thug and a standover man.

Was this Mr Big's initial "S" or "R"?

No Iceman...It wasnt..

I want to thank everyone for their responses...I am glad you are all enjoying it...

Zan...thanks for the compliment...As Piratis said all the options are still open. At this stage I am very happy that finally I have overcome my emotional blocks to be able to write about these episodes of my life...


Btw,I am away from my computer at the moment,spending some quality time in Sydney with my mother and my son...So you might have to wait for the next exciting episode( ) for a few days...I will try to get it in by Sunday night...Cheers to you all.

So we are looking at a boring weekend till the next episode! You better make up for it BK.

Deniz and Birkibrisli ,
Last night on BRT1 Tv was FOTOĞRAFIN GÖZ YAŞLARI . They showed
Aleminyo and Aytotro (Ayios Theodoros) . It was very sad views , I will try to get those pictures and add the images than i will ask to Birkibrisli comments on them .
Repeat of the this program is tonight . You will get chance to watch it from net. Time is local time 20.00 FOTOĞRAFIN GÖZYAŞLARI (GÜNEYDEKİ KÜLTÜREL ESERLERİMİZ)
http://www.brtk.cc/index.php/cat/63/lang/en
clik on above link and select ON LİNE BROADCAST
from on line broadcast BRT-1 TV
here is the today program.

7 ARALIK 2007 CUMA
07.00 GÜNE GÜNAYDIN (canlı)
08.00 SABAH ANALİZİ (canlı)
09.00 HABERLER (tur)
09.07 DÜNYADA NE VAR?
09.30 KOMŞUDAN HABERLER (canlı)
10.00 HABERLER (canlı)
10.04 SİZE ÖZEL (tekrar)
10.43 YEMEK TARİFİ
11.00 HABERLER (canlı)
11.08 SAĞLIK HATTI (canlı)
12.00 HABERLER (canlı)
12.12 TUNCER BAĞIŞKAN İLE GEÇMİŞ ZAMANLARA YOLCULUK
12.25 AKDENİZ ŞARKILARI
13.00 HABER 13.00 (canlı)
13.25 TEK KONU (tekrar)
13.40 TÜRK POP MÜZİĞİ
14.00 CUMA SOHBETİ (canlı)
15.00 HABERLER (canlı)
15.12 FOTEK
16.00 HABERLER (canlı)
16.20 FARKINDAMIYIZ
17.00 HABERLER (canlı)
17.10 MAÇA DOĞRU (canlı)
18.00 HABER TURU
18.04 MAÇA DOĞRU (canlı) (devam)
18.30 KIBRIS’ta YAŞAM
19.00 ANA HABER BÜLTENİ ve HAVA DURUMU (canlı)
19.40 TEK KONU (canlı)
20.00 FOTOĞRAFIN GÖZYAŞLARI (GÜNEYDEKİ KÜLTÜREL ESERLERİMİZ) 20.20 AKTÜEL (canlı)
21.42 SİNEMA-SİNEMA
22.00 HABERLER (canlı)
22.08 NOSTALJİK YOLCULUK
22.25 YEŞİL POLİTİKA (tekrar)
23.00 GÜNÜN PANORAMASI (canlı)
23.45 FARKINDAMIYIZ (tekrar)

Halil.

I managed to view the TV link. It was very interesting. I hoped BK maged to watch as well as it did show Kivisili (Civisil) where we shared an aunt.

I hope you have made a copy of this clip for further reference. When we face charges of 'cultural vandalism' we can show that it is not a one sided affair.

Thanks again and I am looking for the next episode.

Deniz,
I am glad that u have seen the program . At same day same time u can watch rest of it . We are all the copies in our archives . I t is not the only cultural vandalism Deniz , Have u seen the condition of the houses and all the properties of the TC's . Even there is a interviews TC's now lives in South . How difficult life for them . Their live evidences . They lives in Limassol .

[BirKibrisli]

Hello,everyone...and thanks for all your interest in my story.
I am still away from my computer,but I will do my best to write the next instalment later on today. Just to remind you that we have still not come to the end of my first day in Cyprus...So,pace yourselves...
Cheers for now.

[BirKibrisli]

Back to real time now...We have just left Captain's Table,full on a seafood feast...Headed for Limassol to find my old school...Let me tell you something now I am dying to get off my chest...I think all Cypriot drivers have a death-wish...There is no other explanation...Why else would you be driving compulsively 40-50-60kms over the speed limit,smoking and talking on your mobiles at the same time??? Now I don't want you to think I have a lot of phobias...When I am swimming I panic about sharks. When I am in the air I worry continuously about plane crashes. And when I am on the road,I am sure it will be my last voyage. Apart from that I am quite normal.

Driving towards Limassol on the highway,I was not ready to die yet. I had just returned home for the first time since 1969. And hadn't even visited my village yet. But I was very brave. My TCB (True Cypriot Brother!) must've thought I was very tired and emotional after the journey from Greece,and after what we had just been through. Because I had my eyes closed tightly,and my right foot kept twitching. It was an involuntary attempt to slow the car down by remote muscle action.

By some miracle we reached Limassol in one piece,and I was soon standing in from of my old school. There was the courtyard we assembled every monday morning to sing the Turkish national anthem,and to shout out "Turkum,Dogruyum,Calishkanim..." (I am Turkish,I am Honest,I am hardworking...) There was my classroom where I sat with my sister and became a school spectacle...There was the tackshop where I bought my 'tahinli bitta' (Bourek with tahini)...The place was used as a high school still,so nothing much had changed. We tried to take pictures but it was getting dark. We decided to leave that and come back another day during daylight. I didn't want to and we never did...

I was getting really tired by now. And we had a long way to go to Paphos.
And we had made arangements to meet Andreas(humanist) and his mate Jim from Canada in the evening at the hotel where kafenes sung...So I closed my eyes again and predended to go to sleep. But my mind was on something else. I knew that soon we would come to the road leading to the Fateful Village. And I knew that all those terrible events I described to you earlier would come back flooding my mind...

(to be continued...)

[zan]

One thought that comes to mind as I read Bir's account.

There are events, like the assassinations of TCs by the TMT, and generally the developments within the TC community which never found their way into the GC newspapers. Even though I was aged 10 to 13 between 1960 and 1963 I read the papers and I never saw much of a reference to TC affairs. This absence of TC news can be interpreted in several ways- indifference for what was happening to the "other community", political direction (which I doubt given the propensity of GCs and Greeks to argue about everything under the sun), or, professional incompetence on thepart of GC journalists.

Note that the same situation exists today. We just do not learn!

There could have also been a reluctance to open that sort of debate as reference to EOKA would have been made as well.....We could not have that now could we????

[zan]

Back to real time now...We have just left Captain's Table,full on a seafood feast...Headed for Limassol to find my old school...Let me tell you something now I am dying to get off my chest...I think all Cypriot drivers have a death-wish...There is no other explanation...Why else would you be driving compulsively 40-50-60kms over the speed limit,smoking and talking on your mobiles at the same time??? Now I don't want you to think I have a lot of phobias...When I am swimming I panic about sharks. When I am in the air I worry continuously about plane crashes. And when I am on the road,I am sure it will be my last voyage. Apart from that I am quite normal.

Driving towards Limassol on the highway,I was not ready to die yet. I had just returned home for the first time since 1969. And hadn't even visited my village yet. But I was very brave. My TCB (True Cypriot Brother!) must've thought I was very tired and emotional after the journey from Greece,and after what we had just been through. Because I had my eyes closed tightly,and my right foot kept twitching. It was an involuntary attempt to slow the car down by remote muscle action.

By some miracle we reached Limassol in one piece,and I was soon standing in from of my old school. There was the courtyard we assembled every monday morning to sing the Turkish national anthem,and to shout out "Turkum,Dogruyum,Calishkanim..." (I am Turkish,I am Honest,I am hardworking...) There was my classroom where I sat with my sister and became a school spectacle...There was the tackshop where I bought my 'tahinli bitta' (Bourek with tahini)...The place was used as a high school still,so nothing much had changed. We tried to take pictures but it was getting dark. We decided to leave that and come back another day during daylight. I didn't want to and we never did...

I was getting really tired by now. And we had a long way to go to Paphos.
And we had made arangements to meet Andreas(humanist) and his mate Jim from Canada in the evening at the hotel where kafenes sung...So I closed my eyes again and predended to go to sleep. But my mind was on something else. I knew that soon we would come to the road leading to the Fateful Village. And I knew that all those terrible events I described to you earlier would come back flooding my mind...

(to be continued...)

The Story is going great Bir......Well done.


Can I just nit pick a little though......Nothing important but it does seem to annoy me a tinsy bit every-time I see it......Why do you abbreviate TCB and then write it out in full again in brackets. I realise the intention of it's use but the reference is well and truly imaged in our minds now so please stop it


You are taking SO BLOODY LONG to write this story (only joking) I would have thought you would read it through before posting..........So many mistakes and I really think you should have thought more carefully about using the word mate for Humanists "friend"










Just thought I would give you something to read in your own thread...

[BirKibrisli]

Back to real time now...We have just left Captain's Table,full on a seafood feast...Headed for Limassol to find my old school...Let me tell you something now I am dying to get off my chest...I think all Cypriot drivers have a death-wish...There is no other explanation...Why else would you be driving compulsively 40-50-60kms over the speed limit,smoking and talking on your mobiles at the same time??? Now I don't want you to think I have a lot of phobias...When I am swimming I panic about sharks. When I am in the air I worry continuously about plane crashes. And when I am on the road,I am sure it will be my last voyage. Apart from that I am quite normal.

Driving towards Limassol on the highway,I was not ready to die yet. I had just returned home for the first time since 1969. And hadn't even visited my village yet. But I was very brave. My TCB (True Cypriot Brother!) must've thought I was very tired and emotional after the journey from Greece,and after what we had just been through. Because I had my eyes closed tightly,and my right foot kept twitching. It was an involuntary attempt to slow the car down by remote muscle action.

By some miracle we reached Limassol in one piece,and I was soon standing in from of my old school. There was the courtyard we assembled every monday morning to sing the Turkish national anthem,and to shout out "Turkum,Dogruyum,Calishkanim..." (I am Turkish,I am Honest,I am hardworking...) There was my classroom where I sat with my sister and became a school spectacle...There was the tackshop where I bought my 'tahinli bitta' (Bourek with tahini)...The place was used as a high school still,so nothing much had changed. We tried to take pictures but it was getting dark. We decided to leave that and come back another day during daylight. I didn't want to and we never did...

I was getting really tired by now. And we had a long way to go to Paphos.
And we had made arangements to meet Andreas(humanist) and his mate Jim from Canada in the evening at the hotel where kafenes sung...So I closed my eyes again and predended to go to sleep. But my mind was on something else. I knew that soon we would come to the road leading to the Fateful Village. And I knew that all those terrible events I described to you earlier would come back flooding my mind...

(to be continued...)

The Story is going great Bir......Well done.


Can I just nit pick a little though......Nothing important but it does seem to annoy me a tinsy bit every-time I see it......Why do you abbreviate TCB and then write it out in full again in brackets. I realise the intention of it's use but the reference is well and truly imaged in our minds now so please stop it


You are taking SO BLOODY LONG to write this story (only joking) I would have thought you would read it through before posting..........So many mistakes and I really think you should have thought more carefully about using the word mate for Humanists "friend"










Just thought I would give you something to read in your own thread...

Thanks, Zan...Your comments are noted.
I know you know what TCB means but there are others who might not be as sensitive or observant as you are. I repeat it for their benefit.
And we call everyone "mate" in Oz...But in politics if someone calls someone else a mate,they look for somewhere to hide. They know a knife will soon be coming their way!!!

[denizaksulu]

Back to real time now...We have just left Captain's Table,full on a seafood feast...Headed for Limassol to find my old school...Let me tell you something now I am dying to get off my chest...I think all Cypriot drivers have a death-wish...There is no other explanation...Why else would you be driving compulsively 40-50-60kms over the speed limit,smoking and talking on your mobiles at the same time??? Now I don't want you to think I have a lot of phobias...When I am swimming I panic about sharks. When I am in the air I worry continuously about plane crashes. And when I am on the road,I am sure it will be my last voyage. Apart from that I am quite normal.

Driving towards Limassol on the highway,I was not ready to die yet. I had just returned home for the first time since 1969. And hadn't even visited my village yet. But I was very brave. My TCB (True Cypriot Brother!) must've thought I was very tired and emotional after the journey from Greece,and after what we had just been through. Because I had my eyes closed tightly,and my right foot kept twitching. It was an involuntary attempt to slow the car down by remote muscle action.

By some miracle we reached Limassol in one piece,and I was soon standing in from of my old school. There was the courtyard we assembled every monday morning to sing the Turkish national anthem,and to shout out "Turkum,Dogruyum,Calishkanim..." (I am Turkish,I am Honest,I am hardworking...) There was my classroom where I sat with my sister and became a school spectacle...There was the tackshop where I bought my 'tahinli bitta' (Bourek with tahini)...The place was used as a high school still,so nothing much had changed. We tried to take pictures but it was getting dark. We decided to leave that and come back another day during daylight. I didn't want to and we never did...

I was getting really tired by now. And we had a long way to go to Paphos.
And we had made arangements to meet Andreas(humanist) and his mate Jim from Canada in the evening at the hotel where kafenes sung...So I closed my eyes again and predended to go to sleep. But my mind was on something else. I knew that soon we would come to the road leading to the Fateful Village. And I knew that all those terrible events I described to you earlier would come back flooding my mind...

(to be continued...)

The Story is going great Bir......Well done.


Can I just nit pick a little though......Nothing important but it does seem to annoy me a tinsy bit every-time I see it......Why do you abbreviate TCB and then write it out in full again in brackets. I realise the intention of it's use but the reference is well and truly imaged in our minds now so please stop it


You are taking SO BLOODY LONG to write this story (only joking) I would have thought you would read it through before posting..........So many mistakes and I really think you should have thought more carefully about using the word mate for Humanists "friend"










Just thought I would give you something to read in your own thread...

Thanks, Zan...Your comments are noted.
I know you know what TCB means but there are others who might not be as sensitive or observant as you are. I repeat it for their benefit.
And we call everyone "mate" in Oz...But in politics if someone calls someone else a mate,they look for somewhere to hide. They know a knife will soon be coming their way!!!

Which of you two will don the toga of Brutus? Just kidding

[zan]

Back to real time now...We have just left Captain's Table,full on a seafood feast...Headed for Limassol to find my old school...Let me tell you something now I am dying to get off my chest...I think all Cypriot drivers have a death-wish...There is no other explanation...Why else would you be driving compulsively 40-50-60kms over the speed limit,smoking and talking on your mobiles at the same time??? Now I don't want you to think I have a lot of phobias...When I am swimming I panic about sharks. When I am in the air I worry continuously about plane crashes. And when I am on the road,I am sure it will be my last voyage. Apart from that I am quite normal.

Driving towards Limassol on the highway,I was not ready to die yet. I had just returned home for the first time since 1969. And hadn't even visited my village yet. But I was very brave. My TCB (True Cypriot Brother!) must've thought I was very tired and emotional after the journey from Greece,and after what we had just been through. Because I had my eyes closed tightly,and my right foot kept twitching. It was an involuntary attempt to slow the car down by remote muscle action.

By some miracle we reached Limassol in one piece,and I was soon standing in from of my old school. There was the courtyard we assembled every monday morning to sing the Turkish national anthem,and to shout out "Turkum,Dogruyum,Calishkanim..." (I am Turkish,I am Honest,I am hardworking...) There was my classroom where I sat with my sister and became a school spectacle...There was the tackshop where I bought my 'tahinli bitta' (Bourek with tahini)...The place was used as a high school still,so nothing much had changed. We tried to take pictures but it was getting dark. We decided to leave that and come back another day during daylight. I didn't want to and we never did...

I was getting really tired by now. And we had a long way to go to Paphos.
And we had made arangements to meet Andreas(humanist) and his mate Jim from Canada in the evening at the hotel where kafenes sung...So I closed my eyes again and predended to go to sleep. But my mind was on something else. I knew that soon we would come to the road leading to the Fateful Village. And I knew that all those terrible events I described to you earlier would come back flooding my mind...

(to be continued...)

The Story is going great Bir......Well done.


Can I just nit pick a little though......Nothing important but it does seem to annoy me a tinsy bit every-time I see it......Why do you abbreviate TCB and then write it out in full again in brackets. I realise the intention of it's use but the reference is well and truly imaged in our minds now so please stop it


You are taking SO BLOODY LONG to write this story (only joking) I would have thought you would read it through before posting..........So many mistakes and I really think you should have thought more carefully about using the word mate for Humanists "friend"










Just thought I would give you something to read in your own thread...

Thanks, Zan...Your comments are noted.
I know you know what TCB means but there are others who might not be as sensitive or observant as you are. I repeat it for their benefit.
And we call everyone "mate" in Oz...But in politics if someone calls someone else a mate,they look for somewhere to hide. They know a knife will soon be coming their way!!!

Which of you two will don the toga of Brutus? Just kidding

If you saw my legs....You wouldn't ask..


And Bir....Please think commercially about this whole story....Those that do not know what TCB is will have to go and read the story from the beginning and not come in half way through...More exposure And those that can't be bothered and think you are talking about an insecticide.......Well......Think about what the story means to them in that case...They must be having a whale of a time....