Category Archives: childhood

>The dining table of life

Posted on June 10, 2010 by M

> As someone who lives abroad, I always dread phone calls from Cyprus announcing losses of loved ones. It’s the fate of the voluntarily (or involuntarily) displaced. They always tell you that [insert name of loved one here] is in … Continue reading →

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>Πηλά τζιαι ρόφκια (μέρος Β’)

Posted on March 3, 2010 by M

> (συνέχεια από το Α’) Άμαν τζιαι εφκήκεν ο ήλιος για τα καλά, τζιαι η φύση γυρόν τους ήταν πιον όξυπνη, εσηκωστήκαν σιγά-σιγά τζιαι εμπήκαν πιο μέσα στο περβόλιν. Ερέξαν που μες τα δεντρά ως την άλλην άκραν του περβολιού, … Continue reading →

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>Πηλά τζιαι Ρόφκια

Posted on February 2, 2010 by M

> (Translation of mud and pomegranates part I) Ο Αγγελής επετάχτηκεν που την καρκόλα άξιππα, σάννα τζιαι θώρεν όρομαν. Εκοίταξεν το ξυπνητήριν. Η ώρα εν ήταν ακόμα τρεισήμισυ το πρωί. Το ξυπνητήριν ήταν να παίξει η ώρα τέσσερις αλλά που … Continue reading →

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>Mud and pomegranates II

Posted on November 26, 2009 by M

> (continued from I) When the sun was well on its way, and nature around them was wide awake, they slowly got up and headed back inside the orchard. They made their way through the fruit trees to the edge … Continue reading →

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Mud and pomegranates

Posted on November 24, 2009 by M

  It wasn’t even half past three when Angelís woke up. He’d set up the alarm clock for four but his excitement couldn’t wait. Sundays were the best, there was no school and he could do whatever he liked with … Continue reading →

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