BirKibrisli wrote:boulio wrote:Thanks,bulio,for your empathy and compassion for that particular 12 year old and his predicament...Your attitude sums up why we can never live together again as one people one nation...The best we can hope for is some loose federation where people with mentality such as yours cannot hurt each other any longer...
You nd vp dont address the point i was trying to make,and firstly im not a g/c but of mainland greek and secondly what mentality do i have?you at least had a hand grenade what did the women and girls have against the turkish raping?
Answer that you pompous ass before you pass judgment on anyone.
So you are a mainland Greek? I am surprised that you have this mentality....The mentality is the one which makes you extra sensitive to the suffering of your own,but totally indifferent to the suffering of the others....The event I was describing happened sometime between Dec 63 and March 64...There was no Turkish raping of any women and girls at that time...But the bitterness and hatred in your heart towards all things Turkish and Turkish Cypriot makes you totally cold to the predicament of a 12 year old boy who, for some 48 hours, wandered around with a hangrenade in his pocket wondering whether he would have to pull the pin and kill himself, his mother and 3 sisters....And you are calling me pompous??? Thank you for showing your colours,.you are going onto my black list of people I will never respond to again... You dont belong to the human race,my friend...You are below contempt...
Not as dramatic as yours, but it reminds me of the evening of 22/23rd December 1963. Our house was behind the Ledra Palace, near the river, opposite the Central prison (which was visible those days). Ten families had sought refuge in our house - mainly women and children and one neurotic pharmacist. From the roof tops we watched the hundreds of uniformed GCs(dark green boilersuit type) march on the west side of the river northwards towards the Kumsal.
The adult men were all called up to defend the town. I was given a shotgun and a knife (made in Lapithos), manning the staircase in case the Greeks turned into Kosklu Chiftlik from the bridge (next to the old Golf-course). (they went on to Kumsal and then joined in the fighting at the flourmill and police station. I was scared shitless, not knowing whether I would survive the night. I spent hours trying to load and unload the shotgun (two-bore) as fast as possible, and estimating how many I could 'stop' before being killed. We were lucky. Ofcourse a single hand grenade would have finished me off.
It was immediately after that that we saw the bodies of our Armenian neighbours lying in the streets.(allegedly killed as spies)
How sad. I nearly would not have been here on CF
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