Five Cypriots are talking to a very old, very wise lady. She wants to know what city they come from. The first one replies:
- I come from Nicosia, old lady.
- Good for you, says the old lady. Big city, the capital, but it's not by the beach and it's very hot in the summer. En pirazi, en pirazi (never mind, never mind).
Then the second one replies:
- I come from Limassol.
- Lucky you, says the old lady. Rich city, nice hotels, a lot of tourists. You have a lot of crime though, but en pirazi, en pirazi.
The third one says:
- I come from Famagusta, old lady.
- How nice! Beautiful beaches, nice citrus groves. Too bad you cannot enjoy it anymore and it's empty from people. En pirazi, en pirazi.
The fourth one comes from Larnaca.
- Nice! Says the old lady. You have the airport there and that nice beach with the palm trees. You also have the oil refinery which pollutes the air but en pirazi, en pirazi.
Finally the last one approaches the old lady and says:
- I come from Paphos, old lady.
- En pirazi, en pirazi.