Nice article from Cyprus Mail today:
Opinion - Lessons learned two years on
EXACTLY two years ago today, we watched stunned as the authorities in the north opened the checkpoints, allowing Greek and Turkish Cypriots to cross from one side to the other after 29 years of near-hermetical isolation. Among the joyous crowds that mingled around the Ledra Palace was a sense of euphoria, a conviction that the wall was at last coming down, that the policies of a generation were falling apart.
Among our politicians, the reaction was far less enthusiastic. All were stunned by a decision that went against everything they had been programmed to expect. The frenzied behind-the-scenes briefing to discourage Greek Cypriots from crossing failed spectacularly, as thousands queued at a pseudo border to show their passports to a pseudo police officer stamping illegal visa forms.
Of course, the wall did not come down, Cyprus was not reunited, and the old guard of politicians is still in place – at least on this side of the Green Line. Though tens of thousands did cross in those first weeks, the flow is now greatly reduced, mainly restricted to committed peaceniks, inveterate gamblers and religious pilgrims.
Still, for all the disappointment to those who expected more, the opening of the checkpoints has invariably changed our lives and our perceptions of the (common?) future. Ironically, even the government now points to the fact that the mingling of the populations proved wrong the dire Denktash warnings that the two sides could not coexist peacefully.
Whether we have crossed or not, most of us now accept that the Other is not a monster waiting to slaughter our children and rape our wives, but an ordinary person, with a job, a family, debts, a banal life of everyday highs and lows – just like us.
What’s more, those who have crossed have had the courage to confront the fact that the places they left behind have little in common with the sepia memories so carefully preserved.
For as long as we could not see, we could still dream. That is no longer an option, injecting a dose of realism into people’s vision of the future that was absent until two years ago.
Many have realised they are not going to leave their white collar job and city apartment to go back and tend their father’s fields in a crumbling God-forsaken village. For some that has translated into a greater willingness to compromise, as they step back from the emotional tie to an ancestral property. For others, it has made them realise that they have nothing (and want nothing) in common with the other side, feeding a still often unspoken acceptance of partition as a solution.
Still many seek refuge in the platitudes of a political discourse that seeks to preserve our formaldehyde dream. For now, many prefer to keep the wool over their eyes. But it’s been harder since the barbed wire parted and it becomes harder with every day that passes.
Copyright © Cyprus Mail 2005
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Does this ring true?