My delivery guy was from a small fishing village just outside Limassol, had to leave as a 3 year old (1963, when we first started forcing them into ghettos). Sometimes being Greek Cypriot is a heavy burden but he was so lovely and kind and I helped him lift stuff.
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Story of our lives
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