bill cobbett wrote:On the way back into the Free Areas of the RoC, some two years ago a "very nice" fascist, b'stard, "police-man" member of the illegal northern turkish colony threatened to arrest me cos I had ignored the visa hut and tried to slowly drive through without stopping at the Pergamos crossing (I think it's called). Four or five "policemen" blocked my road, so I thought it would be wise to stop and live to fight another day.
DT. wrote:bill cobbett wrote:On the way back into the Free Areas of the RoC, some two years ago a "very nice" fascist, b'stard, "police-man" member of the illegal northern turkish colony threatened to arrest me cos I had ignored the visa hut and tried to slowly drive through without stopping at the Pergamos crossing (I think it's called). Four or five "policemen" blocked my road, so I thought it would be wise to stop and live to fight another day.
you should have stepped on the gas.
bill cobbett wrote:Oh and I am reminded of a failed attempt to cross in to the Occupied Areas a few weeks ago. This would have been my first attempt at the Ledra crossing.
Many will share my feelings about crossing, whether to cross or not in the first place, whether or not to spend any money there, whether or not to endure the police/military state there etc. etc. We all search our consciences for the answers to these questions. I had been searching my conscience all afternoon and had decided to go.
Anyway. Drove to Nic. Dumped the hire-car, Cy fashion, on the pavement just outside the walls (there was a yellow no-parking line on the road, but not on the pavement) and started off up Ledra, thinking yep I'm going, for better or worse I am going, perhaps to try a local northern beer or even a "tr" coffee.
I started off at a pretty good pace but found myself going slower and slower. Needed a bit of Dutch courage. Stopped for a beer or two and set off again and the voices of doubt in my head started again. Got to within a few yards of the "border", all the while the foul flags of invasion and occupaton had been getting larger and larger and do you know if it weren't for the flags, I would have crossed, but I didn't. I turned back for home. Why am I such a prisoner to my conscience?
bill cobbett wrote:Oh and I am reminded of a failed attempt to cross in to the Occupied Areas a few weeks ago. This would have been my first attempt at the Ledra crossing.
Many will share my feelings about crossing, whether to cross or not in the first place, whether or not to spend any money there, whether or not to endure the police/military state there etc. etc. We all search our consciences for the answers to these questions. I had been searching my conscience all afternoon and had decided to go.
Anyway. Drove to Nic. Dumped the hire-car, Cy fashion, on the pavement just outside the walls (there was a yellow no-parking line on the road, but not on the pavement) and started off up Ledra, thinking yep I'm going, for better or worse I am going, perhaps to try a local northern beer or even a "tr" coffee.
I started off at a pretty good pace but found myself going slower and slower. Needed a bit of Dutch courage. Stopped for a beer or two and set off again and the voices of doubt in my head started again. Got to within a few yards of the "border", all the while the foul flags of invasion and occupaton had been getting larger and larger and do you know if it weren't for the flags, I would have crossed, but I didn't. I turned back for home. Why am I such a prisoner to my conscience?
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