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[BirKibrisli]

:lol:

How about my story:

From the age of 15 my best friends, and I am telling you we were inseparable, were two GCs and an Armenian.

Are you still inseparable,Zan...???

My very best friend was the Armenian guy and I have to say we were always arguing but like brothers. When I got married he didn't get on with the idea that I was no longer going to be around as much. He is now in Romania, after his marriage breaking up. He is probably on his way to his second million after his ex-wife stripped him of his first.


One of the GC friends is still as he was when we were 15. The problem is that the rest of us grew up.

My final GC friend I have talked about on this Forum and is the only one I still see...At least I hope to in 7-14 months.



Same old story I suppose of growing up and losing friends who go their own way. I can tell you we had some fantastic times though. Stories that I can only tell my sons when they are older!!!

You are still lucky,Zan...I left Cyprus when I was 17...Lost contact with all my childhood and school friends...When I saw some years later we had nothing in common...

[denizaksulu]

:lol:

How about my story:

From the age of 15 my best friends, and I am telling you we were inseparable, were two GCs and an Armenian.

Are you still inseparable,Zan...???

My very best friend was the Armenian guy and I have to say we were always arguing but like brothers. When I got married he didn't get on with the idea that I was no longer going to be around as much. He is now in Romania, after his marriage breaking up. He is probably on his way to his second million after his ex-wife stripped him of his first.


One of the GC friends is still as he was when we were 15. The problem is that the rest of us grew up.

My final GC friend I have talked about on this Forum and is the only one I still see...At least I hope to in 7-14 months.



Same old story I suppose of growing up and losing friends who go their own way. I can tell you we had some fantastic times though. Stories that I can only tell my sons when they are older!!!

You are still lucky,Zan...I left Cyprus when I was 17...Lost contact with all my childhood and school friends...When I saw some years later we had nothing in common...

BK, what you say above is so true. To cap it all the 'Soyadi yasasi' made it even worse, by not even being able to find where at your best friends are, never mind having anything in common. Even our yegens are stranger to me. They dont even remember our childhood. Perhaps they keep those sweet memories locked up in the deep recesses of their psyche.

[BirKibrisli]

:lol:

How about my story:

From the age of 15 my best friends, and I am telling you we were inseparable, were two GCs and an Armenian.

Are you still inseparable,Zan...???

My very best friend was the Armenian guy and I have to say we were always arguing but like brothers. When I got married he didn't get on with the idea that I was no longer going to be around as much. He is now in Romania, after his marriage breaking up. He is probably on his way to his second million after his ex-wife stripped him of his first.


One of the GC friends is still as he was when we were 15. The problem is that the rest of us grew up.

My final GC friend I have talked about on this Forum and is the only one I still see...At least I hope to in 7-14 months.



Same old story I suppose of growing up and losing friends who go their own way. I can tell you we had some fantastic times though. Stories that I can only tell my sons when they are older!!!

You are still lucky,Zan...I left Cyprus when I was 17...Lost contact with all my childhood and school friends...When I saw some years later we had nothing in common...

BK, what you say above is so true. To cap it all the 'Soyadi yasasi' made it even worse, by not even being able to find where at your best friends are, never mind having anything in common. Even our yegens are stranger to me. They dont even remember our childhood. Perhaps they keep those sweet memories locked up in the deep recesses of their psyche.

I really envy people who still have their childhood friends around.Or highschool friends...It is perhaps a romantic notion,but those friends do provide a connection to the past,so necessary for one's sense of belonging and self...It is not very important perhaps if you have other roots to keep you grounded,but if you have also lost your country,your language,and your home all in one shot it takes on disproportional significance....Trials and tribulations of becoming a migrant or refugee...

[zan]

:lol:

How about my story:

From the age of 15 my best friends, and I am telling you we were inseparable, were two GCs and an Armenian.

Are you still inseparable,Zan...???

My very best friend was the Armenian guy and I have to say we were always arguing but like brothers. When I got married he didn't get on with the idea that I was no longer going to be around as much. He is now in Romania, after his marriage breaking up. He is probably on his way to his second million after his ex-wife stripped him of his first.


One of the GC friends is still as he was when we were 15. The problem is that the rest of us grew up.

My final GC friend I have talked about on this Forum and is the only one I still see...At least I hope to in 7-14 months.



Same old story I suppose of growing up and losing friends who go their own way. I can tell you we had some fantastic times though. Stories that I can only tell my sons when they are older!!!

You are still lucky,Zan...I left Cyprus when I was 17...Lost contact with all my childhood and school friends...When I saw some years later we had nothing in common...

BK, what you say above is so true. To cap it all the 'Soyadi yasasi' made it even worse, by not even being able to find where at your best friends are, never mind having anything in common. Even our yegens are stranger to me. They dont even remember our childhood. Perhaps they keep those sweet memories locked up in the deep recesses of their psyche.

I really envy people who still have their childhood friends around.Or highschool friends...It is perhaps a romantic notion,but those friends do provide a connection to the past,so necessary for one's sense of belonging and self...It is not very important perhaps if you have other roots to keep you grounded,but if you have also lost your country,your language,and your home all in one shot it takes on disproportional significance....Trials and tribulations of becoming a migrant or refugee...

It is also a wrench to have a cousin say to you " We have heard so much about you".....

[Get Real!]

I wish I could come up with a soothing bed-time story for the 180,000 GC refugees who dream of the home they were born and grew up in, let alone their lost friends and relatives…

[zan]

I wish I could come up with a soothing bed-time story for the 180,000 GC refugees who dream of the home they were born and grew up in, let alone their lost friends and relatives…

DIRECT THEM HERE GR...WE ARE THINKING OF THEM....

[DT.]

I'll change this round a little and say Divinity will never die. Thanks to the allmighty on my drive to work today there was a low flying cloud on the Pendadaktylos range. Try as I might I could not make out Pac-Man which brought a smile to my face and a good start to the day.

[denizaksulu]

I wish I could come up with a soothing bed-time story for the 180,000 GC refugees who dream of the home they were born and grew up in, let alone their lost friends and relatives…

GR, add to that the TC refugees since 1963 and I will share your bed-time stories. Separate beds of course.