Made of Stone

Last February, I had a chance to go to Cyprus to visit my brother and to see the sights around. Actually, I don't have a lot to say about what I saw out there but one.

I wanted to see the city, Kyrenia so we got in a car and started driving from Famagusta and since we were taking the shorter way, I can't say that it was a comfortable journey. Anyway, after 15 minutes I saw that church on the left side of the road. Two kids were playing games around it but the church looked really old and damaged. The cross on the roof had been taken down and the walls were covered with graffiti.

At that moment it hit me. The church was there because there were people attending, at least back in the day. I bet the Greeks attending that church had Turkish friends. What made them become so violent? In the end they knew each other. They danced to the same music, drank the same Ouzo/Rakı, ate the same food and maybe fell in love with the same people.

When I saw that church, I was listening to Stone Roses - Made of Stone -hence the name of the post- and probably this is the reason why I'm so overemotional about what happened to those people and what might have happened if they hadn't fought back then.

This trip also added to my favourite football teams. When I saw the ghost town Varosha closely and realized that the team Anorthosis Famagusta had to move South because of the war, I started to support them.

I hope the Cypriots realize that they need each other.