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[miltiades]

Will continue with the final chapter early evening today.

[miltiades]

Anxiously awaiting I made my way to Lemonari, about a quarter of a mile from the village square,listening, hoping, praying too ! To young then to know the truth as I know now.Had my ear to the bare asphalt listening for the slightest vibration, that way you could an approaching cars from a mile away.It begun to get later and later and no sign of my Hero, dejected and feeling sorry for my self I sat on a Yiofiri filled with pensive thoughts and despair. I chose this position knowing that any car traveling from Famagusta would come from this direction. As the sun begun its slow journey, its rays becoming less acute, I begun to realize that my uncle would not be coming to collect me, made my way back to the village square, on my shoulder rested my holdall, head bowed and gloomy, my morale in tatters, my dream shattered.
Arriving at the square villages from the cafenia begun to clap, calling out my name, a car was parked in the square, but not the gleamy black lmousine of my uncles, a young starnege came down the stairs of the kafenio and called out at me. Aki, pou isoun, your uncle asked me to collect you on my way back from Polis. He was a traveling salesman, a young man that knew my uncle well. I hurried back to my house to say goodbye to my family and soon I was on my way to the promised land.
Stayed in Famagusta for a year finishing Dimotiko at Ayios Loukas, I was extremely happy living with my uncle and his family who treated me with so much love and care, soon made me feel at home.
It was at the school where I first joined ANE at the age of 12.This story is to do with my hero so I will not deviate to other events.
My uncle was shocked when on early evening T/C auxiliaries had arrested me for throwing filladia, they knew my uncle well so rather than hand me over to the British troops in the area took me to my uncles private taverna next to his house, he loved his drink and kept this taverna purely for himself and his friends.
I told him the same story I had told the Auxiliaries, that I had found the filladia in the street, gathered them and through them again,my uncle was not impressed but remain silent.
It was coming towards the end of school and it was time to rejoin my family who had by that time moved to Ayia Phila in Limassol.
This time I packed a real suitcase given to me by uncle, some spending money and on my way to rejoin my family.
I loved this man and respected him a great deal. He was good to me and my family, no ulterior motives, no financial incentives, just a man with a great big heart.
I entered Lanitio in Limassol and carried on with my tiny involvement with struggle which by 1958 was in full swing.
Three years later I made my way to the UK , by boat and train. I will write about this later on for the benefit of GR who cant wait to hear my story on arriving at Victoria station. Be patient son !!!
How does one repay such a huge humanitarian act, how could I ever repay him for his altruistic unselfish act..
1974 Turkey invades, my uncle becomes a refugee along with thousands of other Cypriots.
I tracked him down in Limassol and I partly repaid his kindness, took his young 20 year old daughter to stay with my family, my late wife and son, in our London home. She was, a sister to me. She stayed with us for about 2 years, her older brother arrived soon afterwards and so did my uncle Takis, the only man whose hand I ever kissed.
Rest in peace my beloved hero....
Folks this is the END of my little story, I do hope that it was not boring and hope that you have learned a little about Cyprus's worst earthquake in modern times.
Not long now ....GR !

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Excellent Milti, please continue.

[bill cobbett]

Excellent Milti, please continue.

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[miltiades]

Excellent Milti, please continue.

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Bill, paragraphs are.....old fashion, besides, real life stories need words that truly express ones experiences in life, fewer spaces and spontaneity !!

[Kikapu]

Excellent Milti, please continue.

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Bill, paragraphs are.....old fashion, besides, real life stories need words that truly express ones experiences in life, fewer spaces and spontaneity !!

I think Bill's comments are well intended my friend, that by using the type of writing he's suggesting, it would be more pleasant to the eyes, which would then draw the reader into your story deeper, line by line.

If I may use drinking a wine analogy, which you know a thing or two about, it is much more enjoyable to drink wine out of a wine glass than out of the bottle all at once.

[miltiades]

Back to the opening story and Maria.
I somehow knew that I hadn't heard the last of Maria.
An early morning email, firstly apologizing for the umpteenth time and finishing off with:" η καλοσύνη και η γενναιοδωρία σας θα παραμείνει στην καρδιά μου ώσπου την τελευταία μου ανάσα "
She goes on at length telling me of her dire financial difficulties in Greece, that with two children and still no work things are pretty desperate. She apparently says that the money she took from me she used to repay a loan she received from Greece in order to pay for her flight tickets and the rest went on essentials, overdue bills etc.
She does not directly ask for money but its evident that she is planning to do so, she obviously is hoping for a favourable response from me, she will not get it.
I have now deleted her contact details and will ignore further approaches.
I feel sorry for her but her initial act has left me with a very bitter taste, she played it wrong from the start by lying in order to extract money from me.
That will be the end of this real life story.

[CBBB]

Back to the opening story and Maria.
I somehow knew that I hadn't heard the last of Maria.
An early morning email, firstly apologizing for the umpteenth time and finishing off with:" η καλοσύνη και η γενναιοδωρία σας θα παραμείνει στην καρδιά μου ώσπου την τελευταία μου ανάσα "
She goes on at length telling me of her dire financial difficulties in Greece, that with two children and still no work things are pretty desperate. She apparently says that the money she took from me she used to repay a loan she received from Greece in order to pay for her flight tickets and the rest went on essentials, overdue bills etc.
She does not directly ask for money but its evident that she is planning to do so, she obviously is hoping for a favourable response from me, she will not get it.
I have now deleted her contact details and will ignore further approaches.
I feel sorry for her but her initial act has left me with a very bitter taste, she played it wrong from the start by lying in order to extract money from me.
That will be the end of this real life story.

Can we get back to when you first arrived in London now?

[miltiades]

Back to the opening story and Maria.
I somehow knew that I hadn't heard the last of Maria.
An early morning email, firstly apologizing for the umpteenth time and finishing off with:" η καλοσύνη και η γενναιοδωρία σας θα παραμείνει στην καρδιά μου ώσπου την τελευταία μου ανάσα "
She goes on at length telling me of her dire financial difficulties in Greece, that with two children and still no work things are pretty desperate. She apparently says that the money she took from me she used to repay a loan she received from Greece in order to pay for her flight tickets and the rest went on essentials, overdue bills etc.
She does not directly ask for money but its evident that she is planning to do so, she obviously is hoping for a favourable response from me, she will not get it.
I have now deleted her contact details and will ignore further approaches.
I feel sorry for her but her initial act has left me with a very bitter taste, she played it wrong from the start by lying in order to extract money from me.
That will be the end of this real life story.

Now that is a story to be told !!!! Soon my friend.

[miltiades]

Excellent Milti, please continue.

Yes it is... but ...

please

put

in

some

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paras.

Bill, paragraphs are.....old fashion, besides, real life stories need words that truly express ones experiences in life, fewer spaces and spontaneity !!

I think Bill's comments are well intended my friend, that by using the type of writing he's suggesting, it would be more pleasant to the eyes, which would then draw the reader into your story deeper, line by line.

If I may use drinking a wine analogy, which you know a thing or two about, it is much more enjoyable to drink wine out of a wine glass than out of the bottle all at once.

Hi, how are you doing my friend. Of course I would not take offense by anything my dear friend Bill would say.
I take both of your suggestions on board when writing again.
Keep well my friend.