by miltiades » Fri Feb 05, 2016 9:32 pm
In those days, the 50s and early 60s the vast majority of Cypriot immigrants coming to the UK came by boat and train. A lot would come to Piraeus, then on to Brindizi in Italy by ferry and train to Calais.
Some like my self came by boat all the way to Marseilles in France then a train journey to Calais and the ferry over to Dover.
Limassol was for most the departing port where a " maouna" would take you to the anchored ship further in, Relatives would gather at the port side waving, yes they did that then, handkerchiefs and as the trawler pulled away they would shout their wishes from the top of their voice.
I promised my self that even though 15 years old I would not cry, after all my passport had my age as 1943 not my real DOB of 1946,
On pulling away from the port and as my family became smaller and smaller, blobs in the distance , the tears came , real age showing , at one stage thinking of jumbling into the water and swimming back, older boys that knew my father calmed me down and soon we were approaching the Ship, a French vessel called Foscia or Fosha.
I had gone to Lanitio Gymnasio in Limassol for 3 years, but in those days you had to pay, father was struggling to pay my fees unable to pay for my 3rd years ELECHO, I did not get it as by that time I had made my mind up that I had to come to England.
Father knew nothing of my dream as I withheld it from him knowing that he would never allow me to come, hence the false date of birth, over 18, father did not have to sign the passport application. How I got the " false " birth certificate ? That's another story....