by miltiades » Sat Jan 02, 2016 7:22 am
Back in the UK now after one of the most memorable stays in Cyprus, 15 days, the longest I have ever stayed, the weather apart from the last couple of days was spectacularly pleasant, warm with an abundance of sunshine. Christmas day was exceptionally enjoyable spending most of the day with family, and so many little ones playing happily, dancing , jumping and giving us all a reminder of what Christmas is all about.
Back to the declining number of cats at Ayios Athanasios cemetery, and for the couple or so fools who thought the thread as derogatory, may I just say to them that this was an observation and not a "dig" at Cyprus. On a subsequent visit a day later I spoke to a priest at the cemetery who more or less confirmed what Nikitas has told us. The priest also told me that there are many Cypriots who regularly come and feed the cats, also mentioning that the cemetery staff provide dry food and water to the pussies.
Each morning at around 4.30 am I would visit the all night café in Enaerios , right opposite the car park, my old old playgroung when Pediki Stegi- Orphanage - was operational, so many years ago, more than 60 years ago, the memories somehow added to the "ambience " of the area where I spend more than 500 days as a child.
Each morning I would have an espresso coffee and a tiropita, most mornings a group of off duty police would be having their coffee and chatting away, one I had seen and spoken to before, I learned that he was from Paphos. On this last occasion I greeted them all cheerfully wishing them xronia polla, they always cordially responded, one in particular, the one from Paphos who asked me, knowing from previous conversation that I too was from Paphos, if I had visited Paphos. Which village he asked, Stroumbi I replied, I'm from Theletra he added. Theletra is my fathers village, my grandfather had come to Theletra from Kili and got married and stayed in Theletra to his dying day.
Rather excitedly he asked the family name, on being told Choukkas he jumbed up and asked if I knew the late Anastasis, of course I replied, he was my late fathers oldest brother, Re anipshi he said Anastasis's wife was my mothers sister !! He being far too younger than my self naturally could not remember me but he knew of my father. Turning round to his colleagues he related the family history with a glee in his eyes.
An invitation to meet his family soon came, alas my time was by then expiring quickly so I could not make it, but I did promise that on my next visit I shall be pleased to do so.
We warmly shook hands and exchanged seasons greeting.
This is one aspect of Cypriot life that one can only encounter on a small island such as Cyprus, where almost everyone, if not a koumbaros, is a relative, who knows, I could be ...related to... GR !!!