By Ozay Mehmet and Hermes Solomon
Last week, just ahead of the dawning of the day, a ground mist settled across the Mesaoria (Mesarya) Plain at the foot of the Pendadactylos (BesParmak) Mountains. Not surprisingly, it reflected the lights of conurbations stretching east/west across the valley and into the foothills. Fifteen years ago, reflections were sporadic. Today, they are a unified unbroken swathe.
What does this mean to an early riser viewing the mist from a high-rise in Nicosia – that the north is now forever lost to the ‘new occupier’?
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