Can’t believe it has been 40 years since the division of Cyprus into North and South, ‘them’ and ‘us’.
Trying to bridge the divide.
……and an 8 year old girl, though not quite understanding exactly what was going on, knew it was huge. Massively important to those around her, life-changing even. They huddled in astonished, terrified groups, watching on the BBC news what was happening thousands of miles away in their beloved homeland. Watching it being torn down, desecrated, divided. Haunted eyes.
I was that 8 year old girl. And it was happening to my parent’s homeland.
1974 saw Cyprus become an island divided, where neighbour turned against neighbour, friend against friend and separated the island’s two main communities, Greek Cypriots and Turkish Cypriots, into those who live in the North and those who live in the South.
Thousands, from both sides, lost their homes and became refugees in their own country.
I’m not a politician, nor a historian, so I’m seeing this through my eyes, from the Humanitarian angle, from a woman’s angle
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At Anna’s Kitchen Table 