Forgive me for writing about myself again but I will tell you a story about last time I visited Cyprus with my sibling, we were traveling along a road that bordered the Green Line, looking for our ancestral land there, my grandfather's land, some of which belongs to me. My sibling said, "there's no fence", we could just go there. I looked and said, "have you seen the snipers". A few years later, my brother, freshly back from Indo-China with his own new responsibilities to face, settled quite comfortably on the Green Line, next to the British Bases, known colloquially as the Salisbury. I visit him frequently, but things haven't been the same since the music stopped. Even one of the old men's clubs got turned into a Vietnamese
In other news, a corporate human rights lawyer I know whose father split Colombia in half, lives with his family not far from the new Sri Lanken restaurant where he went on his honeymoon. My sibling says its the best food in town, but my friend, the lawyer, says it's pretty average. Haven't been to thassaki for some time, the green wood, where my girlfriend used to live. It has a very cheap cinema, and I once found a fortune teller from Africa who had set up shop. I'll update on the council in the future, just to let you know, we are one of the vanguards of the Labour revolution, or at least we were until Brexit happened
I talk to much about myself which is why my paraNOId schizoaffective disorder takes over making me the epicentre of my environment, please send me emails from now on so we can talk about my situation in private, thanks,
