the wind brings with it the red sand
covering the remaining walls
the Sahara is here a reasonable distance away
but still the sun turns pale
as the light hits the red dust
before it meets the ground
the ruins
the fields
all the colour of dryness
the ruins are peaceful now
not stilled they speak in the wind
bullet holes, always bullet holes
history forces its ghosts on us
in the wind
in the sand
we live this instant of time
under the weight of our eyes
these ruins are crumbling
into the wind
She said; "after five years I had to leave. Coming home it was difficult and it took time to connect with friends and family. It took longer than I thought. Five years in London after that I couldn't stay, so I came back to Cyprus."- her long fingers pushed back her black hair.
"You know my parents were Armenian. It was different for them, when it was one Cyprus, before the Turkish took the Armenian Quarter. They lost almost everything. They don't understand, they don't like what I do."
"Coming back, I didn't think about it, but it feels different. You know, I don't care about the divide, my friends live on both sides. We get on with our lives, we work together, travel back and forth, fall in love, meet in cafes.
You know above they divide the city but underneath the sewage system runs through the barriers, underneath the city from one side to the other."
