...the people would dress up in brown shirts and goose step to church on a sunday morning.
the old grannies would walk into the town square in paralimni armed with machetes and Lugers, shooting anyone with a vaguely blonde tint in their hair, or an arabic demeanour.
women would be forced to get out of bed every morning and make postal orders and cheques out to the cabaret girls their husbands visit, and then pray for forgiveness for having the cheek to wake the kids up in the middle of the night and cause a scene, because of the heartbreak induced floods of tears.
A statue would be erected in honour of Mussolini, Adolf, and old Genny Grivas. Anyone caught not saluting and kissing the plaque would be shot immediately and turned into cyprus sausage.
Instead of opening businesses for tourists, the people would cut to the chase and simply gun them down and nick their wallets. Saves time, and also allows more room for maneouvre....I hear smoking Senior Service, drinking brandy and shagging prostitutes is more than a full time job these days out in the red earth villages.
Ah dear, and to think fascism died with Franco. How wrong we were.