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[kurupetos]

αισθάνομαι τόσο ένοχος,

That's cos you are darling.

But I think its genuine remorse.
Even more so after you told her it was a gift to her 'dead' husband.

"ένοχος"? Is she a trans-sexual or what?

Sounds like GR has been wearing his blond wig again.

Yes, he deceived poor old Milti.

[kurupetos]

Just had a call from my friend who popped into the bar, ordered a scotch and asked the barmaid " What happened to Maria- of course he used her real name I told him- Oh she said, she went back to Greece.I was relieved
This folks is the END, for now...

Too many coincidences ol' boy.

[miltiades]

Just had a call from my friend who popped into the bar, ordered a scotch and asked the barmaid " What happened to Maria- of course he used her real name I told him- Oh she said, she went back to Greece.I was relieved
This folks is the END, for now...

Too many coincidences ol' boy.

And your point , boy ?

[Get Real!]

Come mate, even Google translate, as bad as it is gets right.
η γυναίκα μου κρίθηκε ένοχος- my wife was found guilty.
Both are correct !
Just as " TO TRELLOKORITSO- H TROLLOKOROUA !!!

You have been caught with the pants down, Agatha, err... Miltiades.

Either one is correct as confirmed by an academic.

Now please surrender your ID and passport because the GD fuhrer is ready to see you...

Academic? Prof. Bananiot?

No, professor GR's wife!

Now don't make me bring her here because she'll embarrass you in three different languages.

[kurupetos]

Just had a call from my friend who popped into the bar, ordered a scotch and asked the barmaid " What happened to Maria- of course he used her real name I told him- Oh she said, she went back to Greece.I was relieved
This folks is the END, for now...

Too many coincidences ol' boy.

And your point , boy ?

Forget it. You may end up using the p-word.

[miltiades]

Just had a call from my friend who popped into the bar, ordered a scotch and asked the barmaid " What happened to Maria- of course he used her real name I told him- Oh she said, she went back to Greece.I was relieved
This folks is the END, for now...

Too many coincidences ol' boy.

And your point , boy ?

Forget it. You may end up using the p-word.

Mate, in days gone by, when I first joined CY F in early 2006, I was undergoing an immense amount of pressures due to my late wife's illness, I snapped easily, had an extremely low, if any, tolerance levels towards those that I considered then to be right old plonkers.
I entered into many heated debates, or rather ...fights with many such plonkers, which culminated in MY resignation and subsequent life ban following my comments made on resigning from the forum, now of course the ban has been lifted.No preconditions were requested by Admin, and I do appreciate this a great deal.I spent more than two years "fighting" my corner on the NCFP, where I was faced with so much animosity and also hatred by the cheap low down Cheapskates.One of my achievements on this on-line NP, was to dispel the myth that Turkey "intervened" to bring to an end an on-going massacre, a myth regurgitated by every peasant who had two bob to invest in stolen properties in the occupied parts.They made fun of me, the y called me a parrot because of my incessant repetition of facts. I do have respect for Malcolm. the editor, for allowing me for more than two years to challenge the acrimonious nonsense spouted out by the peasants.Malcolm allowed to continue posting without ever imposing a ban on me.I eventually had enough and RESIGNED.Since then, the number of post have come tumbling down as a result of my departure and that of Jerry's. I have had a belly full of arguments, political debates and personal vendettas,I intend to stay clear of futile argumentative debates and will instead concentrate on life's real stories such as my current episode in Cyprus.I may also, for the benefit of GR, tell everyone of my first arrival in Victoria station way back in 1961, when as a 15 year old on my own arrived in what was then England.
Over the years I met many from the CYF and made friends with all of them, one such, Denis who stood by me during and after the darkest hours and days of my life,my gratitude goes out to this great Cypriot.
My involvement in charitable events helped many with all the help I received from members of this forum, Oracle, Yialousa, Paphitis, Slausinger ( still cant spell his nick) Denis,Kikapu, Jerry, Bill , DT and Umit, and many more who gave generously for Cancer Tulip and Ayios Stephanos. Money that went towards the less fortunate than us.
In my business, funds were also raised and donated to Cancer Tulip.
At 67 years old and approaching the twilight of my life I aim to relax mentally, enjoy family life, explore Cyprus inch by inch, love ...women, especially blonds, cook ameletita on the charcoal, eat loads of snails, drink my favourite wines, and see my grandchildren grow up and get married, by that time I should be well in my 80s, hopefully still fit, fond of wines and ....good looking !!!!
Have a great day my Plonker friend!!

[GreekIslandGirl]

You forgot to mention Stroumbi the Great!

[miltiades]

You forgot to mention Stroumbi the Great!

A Great place such as Stroumbi the Great is worthy of a little true story later, reflecting an early event in my life after the earthquake, when I thought that my HERO had forgotten me, may he RIP, the greatest man and relation in my entire life.whom I adored and respected with every breath of my body. A giant of a man, extremely good looking, unlike a typical Cypriot since he was rather tall with blue eyes and blond hair....

[GreekIslandGirl]

Go on ...

[miltiades]

Its almost 60 years ago when on September 10th 1953, early in the morning when all children were still fast asleep, their mothers busily carrying out their daily chores, collecting drinking water from their respective neighborhoods , feeding their animals, gathering freshly layed eggs before getting their children up for school before setting off to the vineyards picking grapes, their fathers were already up and in the local cafenio in the square of the village, sipping their cafe, exchanging opinions about
every day life in the village, waiting for the news at 6am from the village's only radio. Life would have gone on as it did for hundreds of years before, the sun rise, the toil and sweat, their daily battles with the elements, still very hot in early September, without the luxury of refrigerated water or even running water, life would have gone on as normal if it wasn't for the abominable, unexpected unknown till then calamitous earthquake that erupted without any warning, just a thunderous frightening cacophony as the "pilohtismena" houses begun to shake and roll with a devastatingly fearsome uproar as they tumbled and came crushing to the ground, disseminating fear,distress tears and anguish.
My own father was one such villager, running home to his wife and children, screaming our names out, firstly my mothers name and then ours.A two minute walk took him less than 30 seconds to arrive at our house, seeing it totally demolished, but coming face to face with 3 very frightened children gathered in the street, screaming out my mothers and sisters names in a despairing uncontrolled voice, where is your mother, where is you sister he would ask in a grief stricken thunderous voice.
We pointed to the ruined house as he rushed in the now dilapidated and totally collapsed house still screaming out mums and sisters names. We all froze trembling out of fear and anxiety about mum and our 11 year old sister.
A voice came from the nearest Vrisi, she is here she is here it said.We and dad rushed to the Vrisi and immediately saw two bodies lying amongst the falling stones, villagers picked the bodies up, one was my mothers the other a young villager, they carried the bodies to the square of the village and layed them down, many were still arriving, children without cloths and shoes, old women wearing their "tchimberi " frightened and in uncontrolled tears, moans and shrieks.I followed my mothers body temporarily out of total numbness forgetting my sister, I rushed back to the house, still thinking my mother was alive, just a knock on the head someone said, my dad already at the house with many villagers moving falling stones and shouting my sisters name, my self and older brother, with blood gushing down from his head begun to shift stones, listening for sounds calling my sisters name out, then a little hand appeared out of the ruins, it was her, she was alive but burried under the ruble, saved by the old fashioned CHAFALARKA TIS KARGOLAS.
Rushed back to square after digging my sister out safe and well apart from a few scratches, I touched the top of my head and brushed the blood away,, a falling IPSOS had penetrated just the entire crown of my head causing small holes that were beginning to feel with blood.
This real life story however is in honour of my greatest hero, the great man himself and his altruistic and unselfish act in our hour of need. To be continued if my fellow forumers will allow me or show interest....