Every few months I get borderline tearful and restless about being Cypriot. Everything hurts when I think about it. I can't even reach out
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Seems superficially like "OMG maybe I can speak in my own language with some people, even if it's old grannies" but in reality I click on
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the link and — I can't take it — there is implicit and explicit anti-Turkish Cypriot propaganda all over it. I just... I can't.
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How can I love my fellow Cypriots and want to be with them when they want to tear out a part of the rich tapestry of our own culture...
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It's tough being an immigrant. I hate us for hating ourselves.
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On a more positive note: Maybe I should just to the Cypriot bakeries on Green Lanes and see what happens.
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Oh, and one last thing. To me "Cypriot" would have the phrase "existential pain" as one of the first descriptors if I had to define it.
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