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[miltiades]

How come that 10 members wanted to hear my story, only one did not, none other the GP .

Yes it's pretty sad isn't it. I think people feel sorry for you.

I thought you said they ....hated me. Mate, make your mind up dont keep changing the goal posts as you did way back in 2013

[Paphitis]

How come that 10 members wanted to hear my story, only one did not, none other the GP .

Yes it's pretty sad isn't it. I think people feel sorry for you.

I thought you said they ....hated me. Mate, make your mind up dont keep changing the goal posts as you did way back in 2013

Hate is a strong word.

There are probably plenty of nice people on this forum with kind hearts.

I however am not one of them.

[Pyrpolizer]

Reh Milti will you ever finish it? I wanted to ask questions about those years, but with this pace i don't think I will remember them until then

[miltiades]

Reh Milti will you ever finish it? I wanted to ask questions about those years, but with this pace i don't think I will remember them until then

Entaxi re ...koumbare, will continue later and be free to ask whatever you wish.

[miltiades]

The Cypriots of those days were somewhat different from todays Cypriots. We lacked confidence in many ways, we were concerned that other people might judge us badly if we said something or did something that we perceived as being not acceptable to those around us. A lesson we learned in the UK by other Cypriots was that we do not speak our language loudly as the English people might be offended. How different is this now.!!

Arriving in Marseilles was an eye opener, a large city, traffic , people and oh those gorgeous French women !!

We were gathered together at the concourse of a train station to catch a train to Paris then another train to Calais. The older boys decided, since we had a few hours to kill, to take a stroll in ....downtown Marseilles, where litterally door after door in a narrow street french hookers were begging the boys to go in!! I think one or two took the bait whilst I waited on the street.

Paris was amazing, eyes wide open staring at the people going by, the buildings the scenery, all to much for a young Stroumbioti to take in, but I was indeed overawed and felt good within, here was I in the centre of Paris wispering to my self O PSIXI MOU STO PARISI. Never a truer cliche !

The Cypriot couple and their young daughter took a liking to me after confessing my real age and asked me to stick around them on the train sitting together, asked about my family and other relative questions etc. Somehow their interaction with me gave me an uplift and from then on I remained in their company...

For the sake of continuity I start again from where I left the story.
In Paris I bought a post card and sent it to my family in Limassol, Vasiliou Makedonos is where my father had his tailor shop, directly under the Bordock Hotel that housed all the ....artists appearing in Heroes square, platia iroon, and my favourite spot admiring all the female talent !!

It was a night journey from Paris to Calais and I recall a chilly one too . I sat with the family mentioned earlier who were so nice to me. I told them that on arriving in London I would search around Victoria, as I was adviced to do in Cyprus, for a job and somewhere to stay and showed them the notes I had made with some hotels bearing Greek names.

Strangely enough I did not worry too much on finding somewhere to work and stay as I was utterly overawed by the new experience of being overesas...

[Paphitis]

Reh Milti will you ever finish it? I wanted to ask questions about those years, but with this pace i don't think I will remember them until then

I can send you a pack of razors!

You can thank me later!

[miltiades]

It was about 4 or 5 years ago when my self and my older brother were both in Cyprus, we do not have that much in common I must admit, but we get on fabulously well , especially when we are both in Cyprus. In the UK I see him mostly every day, he is a real character and rather eccentric but a well liked man because he is so down to earth , genuinely funny, and given to occasional spurs of extraordinary eccentric outbursts . How many people does anyone know for instance who have three whistles dangling on a chain tied to his trouser belt which he uses to ...announce his arrival at my store, at his house summoning his large family to dinner !!

He almost was arrested at Paphos airport once when on coming out of the airport he used his whistle to summon my younger brother who was picking up from the airport, a policeman sternly told him not to do it again as in these days of terrorist activities it could cause concern. He is 76 years of age, like my self a diabetic but on insulin as against my self who is still on tablets.

We fancied a steak so we visited a restaurant in Limassol, the Taurus Steak House.

We had dined there before and were very pleased with the quality of the steaks. He, my brother, is a fillet man, I a sirloin, both rare
served on hot plates. He is very particular of the ...temperature plate on been put on the table as he always pulls out a digital thermometer and takes the plates temperature !!!

We have great laughs, and lots of frivolous conversation , He is not either into politics or deep conversations, a naturally funny guy who continually mixes his Greek WITH English TO MY ANNOYANCE !

This above story is related to the main thread story hence my reason for bringing it up.
Will continue after breakfast...

[miltiades]

I just joined Paphitis and voted for my self to ....Get Lost !

[miltiades]

It was about 4 or 5 years ago when my self and my older brother were both in Cyprus, we do not have that much in common I must admit, but we get on fabulously well , especially when we are both in Cyprus. In the UK I see him mostly every day, he is a real character and rather eccentric but a well liked man because he is so down to earth , genuinely funny, and given to occasional spurs of extraordinary eccentric outbursts . How many people does anyone know for instance who have three whistles dangling on a chain tied to his trouser belt which he uses to ...announce his arrival at my store, at his house summoning his large family to dinner !!

He almost was arrested at Paphos airport once when on coming out of the airport he used his whistle to summon my younger brother who was picking up from the airport, a policeman sternly told him not to do it again as in these days of terrorist activities it could cause concern. He is 76 years of age, like my self a diabetic but on insulin as against my self who is still on tablets.

We fancied a steak so we visited a restaurant in Limassol, the Taurus Steak House.

We had dined there before and were very pleased with the quality of the steaks. He, my brother, is a fillet man, I a sirloin, both rare
served on hot plates. He is very particular of the ...temperature plate on been put on the table as he always pulls out a digital thermometer and takes the plates temperature !!!

We have great laughs, and lots of frivolous conversation , He is not either into politics or deep conversations, a naturally funny guy who continually mixes his Greek WITH English TO MY ANNOYANCE !

This above story is related to the main thread story hence my reason for bringing it up.
Will continue after breakfast...

We were served by a young waitress of Eastern European origins, for our first course, the main course was presented by an elderly Greek Cypriot in his late 60s who we thought might be the owner. We exchanged a few pleasantries and soon we got to know that he was in the UK for more than 40 years , returning to Cyprus and that the restaurant belonged to a relative of his and he, the waiter, was just helping out.

He looked at my brother and propmtly said " I know you" moved his glance over to me and said " I know you too".

How do you know me , my brother asked? We worked together in the early 60s, mentioning Angus Steak house, many many Cypriots had at some stage worked for Angus Steak Houses . He remember my brothers name and out he came with it! What a memory, my brother said.

And how do you know me, I asked ?
Dont you rembember he replied, we were on the Fochea ship together way back in 1961 !!
Cant remember your name he said, but you must remember me, your father asked me and a couple of other guys to keep an eye on you.

Now this was about 48 years ago, his memory left me dazzled. Do you use computers I asked him, No he responded I have never used one and neither do I ever want to go near one, they spread ...viruses. Exactly what my older brother says.

His recollection of our departure from Limassol and eventual arrival at Victoria was quite amazing, his brain stored all the data, unlike those of us that prefer computer storage.

We shared a drink or two and departed having had a wonderful meal and still amazed at the memory this guy had. I mean, I was only 15 years old at the time and this guy remembered me 48 or so years later!!
My next chapter will be my arrival at Victoria station, where on earth is GR, he loves this story I dont want him to miss it

[Garavnoss]

I'd be more interested in your admission that you were engaged in loading up lorries with sand when you were paid a pound a day [by the Brits] for your labour in Akrotiri.

That sand was probably used as a building material assisting the Brits to construct the many barracks they needed to consolidate their position and house their troops in Cyprus.

Furthermore, [given that military objectives often take many years to plan] the Brits would need a multitude of "Sand Bags" to place strategically AFTER the planned invasion by the Turks [in cahoots with your friends the Yanks] in order to determine the borders.

Well done mate, your efforts were greatly appreciated by ALL those [including Turks] who participated in the destruction of Cyprus.

Incidentally.., the Brits are quite fond of the "Pound a day" wage for rats that were willing to do their bidding, THAT sum was the wage paid to the "Black and Tans" who brought havoc to the "Irish" when they struggled against the Brits in days gone by.

Persecution, Famine and a host of other atrocities has ever been the favourite weapon of the Brits when they set out to crush the spirits of ANY nation they wish to impose their will upon...., congratulations to YOU, you played a great part.

NOW.... never mind the bollocks, come clean and face facts, your "Story" is as big a load of fabricated nonsense as your claims to be a Cypriot patriot,

MY ARSE !