Varosha: town of ghosts


By Achilleas Antoniades

I woke up at 5.30. It’s been a bad night. My sleep was interrupted several times. Anxiety set in my soul since the late afternoon. I got out of bed unable to sleep or think. I am sitting on the balcony overlooking some watermelon fields and bunches of acacia trees in Kapparis Bay. Some houses are further away and even further away is the sea. I can hardly see it.

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