Malapapa wrote:The Cypriot Vs The Charlie…
The Cypriot thinks he can win affection and respect with charcoaled meat and fruit preserved in syrup. The Charlie has been born, raised and educated in the west, knows how the Anglo-Saxon world/mind works. And it isn't like that.
The Cypriot writes emotional rants to the press/politicians about how he's a victim who lost his home in 1974 and that it's not fair. The Charlie writes incisive letters to the press/politicians, putting them on the back foot and embarrassing them into addressing sloppy wording in relation to Cyprus.
The Cypriot thinks that because he has some kind of tenuous connection to the ancient Greek world, people in the west will be impressed and show deference. The Charlie realises the west doesn't give a shit; that anyone with dark looks combined with a heavy accent is to be humoured and politely patronised.
The Cypriot thinks he's being cultured and intellectual when he refers to ancient mythology in any given conversation. The Charlie realises this is embarrassing, cretinous and self-obsessed.
The Cypriot thinks an association with Greece is something to shout about. The Charlie realises that, in the west's eyes, modern Greece is a total basket-case and that credibility is greatly diminished by feigning any form of association.
The Cypriot thinks that if he's appointed himself the chairman/leader of any kind of association, he's some kind of big-shot - even if he's the only person in it. The Charlie rolls his eyes up at this stupidity.
The Cypriot has deluded himself into thinking Charlies can speak fluent Greek, even the second and third generations, and therefore insists on talking in Greek to them. The Charlie realises that speaking Greek is the Cypriot's defence mechanism, because as soon as the conversation reverts to English, the inarticulate Cypriot is at a clear disadvantage.
The Cypriot thinks he can circumvent procedures, policies, rules and regulations by making a quick phone call to the boss. The Charlie realises that using 'ta mesa' creates nothing but a mess-a.
The Cypriot asks, "Don't you know who I am?". The Charlie replies, "No".
The Cypriot asks, "Which village was your father from?" The Charlie replies, "What the fuck difference does it make?"