erolz66 wrote:I want to go off at a tangent and talk about this "Cypriot" thing for a bit. It is integral to my story, my personal story.
For my father the question of where to send his sons was simple. "Get them the best. Get them the most expensive."
For my father, my Cypriot father, there was a very real "physical" sense in which more expensive equated with better. For my father part of the point of having made it financially was to be able to display that success to others. This was true across the board for my father. In choice of house, choice of car. As a Cypriot village boy born in to sleepy Cypriot village existence in the 1930s who had gone to London to seek his fortune and "made it" an integral part of the enjoyment of such, the point of such, was to display it externally. Something, anything, that is more expensive is better at meeting this need than something less expensive. As far as I am concerned large elements of this reality for my father were deeply and inherently cultural. Culturally Cypriot. Inherently 'village culture'. My non Cypriot mother did not and does not have this same level of better being defined in absolute terms by price alone. Nor is their any value or interest for her in how effectively something displays wealth, displays success, or not. It is in my story a culturally Cypriot thing. A thing for me off my father.
In addition the 'nepotism' aspects of the British public school system, the priority given based on family and the like, these are in my view, aspects that resonated strongly with the kind of village Cypriot outlook my father had. The dynastic aspects of the public school selection system, the importance and priority of "who your people are" above just "what are the childs abilities", these are things that speak strongly to old school Cypriot identity that my father had. Privileged is supposed to follow family lines regardless of individual ability. That is built in to the public school selection system and I would claim also built in to the Cypriot identity to varying degrees.
Well your father was a very nice man by the sound of it, who wanted to give you the best.
It's a pity his money didn't achieve better results.
And the least you could do is be grateful.