Chapter 1
We now live in the 21 century and we have discovered our own genius which is crookedness and crime. When the poor man is no more in Cyprus they rule wisely and hidden behind the veil of some show they just multi tasked with their diffidence gone and they now somehow there in their masks doing the robbing and all the nastiness in this world. We as the product of mass illusion mask their hidden selves so that they can go through the confusion. Our talents are the unkind type we love to do away with the honest the integrity and all that because we are what we do. We are the crooked self indulgent and that is it.
We taken for the ride and now we take the rider
"In the middle of our grandeur we are now living in peace and harmony and have bought the entire stock holding of the holding where nothing works at all unless we please."
"We are not the huge expensive layabouts who work and we have the worthy cause ourselves and it is one for all and all for one."
"Which one?"
"Us."
"I did not see it?"
"Business does she have a business being here?"
"Yes she does her father is?"
"Well why did no one say so."
"Yes it is a fact of life..."
"Money is the most important asset other than our daughters asses."
"A arse?" I wondered.
That there is nothing the matter with all this we do not disobey the lottery when the winner takes it in their head to hen pet the kindred well they rest go flying into the fight and whoever gives the most gets the prize. The head on and the fight might have been lost but for that precious one over there looking ever so modest in her attire.
Dancing with the ammunition and then firing the perfect shot between the knees. Absolute love and devotion to the master of the race which we happen to be. We rule behind the curtains most of this world. We needy to rule because once we had been so poor.
When we did not mean anything to anybody because our poverty was a embarrassment what did it mean? A denial a cause thing cause and affect we now win because we are rich.
"How many nude wives do you see here?"
"Many?"
"The correct answer is none."
"Why is that the right answer?"
"Because her husband is so rich she can afford to flaunt it my dear."
"Who is she fucking now"?
"His brother."
"He is even richer."
In the confusion I did not see them as different both brothers were identical.
"But one is richer?"
Cyprus in this century is even more difficult than it had been previously having discovered luxury goods it has become a house of cards without the cash. Everyone is cashing in on the thoughts of the whole world but there is not much they have invented. Their backbone is one of wine and song and perhaps poetry and that will only take you someplace called madness. The half wits walk like some damned and they are feared more than anybody because they bring bad luck they are the worse of the lot their freakishness is left for their families to deal with and they chain them up like animals and deal them things because if they go to the hospital for the insane they would die.
Some families battle this out for a number of years yearning for a brief moment when they were able to be someone who had not much to do but normal stuff not making endless chains and clutter their main business but the one in the stables sleeping will wake and maybe wander off then they could come and take them away. I do not exaggerate when I state that the freaks are doomed and maybe the hospital is the best place for them.
Then someone said sarcastically, “They have showers there and they shave them and make them look decent.”
“There.” I said.
She laughs in an ugly manner. The tart like laughter goes on like tar.
Dad said in the old days when we went to Cyprus one could have a meal within the family without having to pay over the odds. Now the family charge one more than the hotels. We agreed with this comment we all begin to purr like cats and do not even have cats. Then the cars begin to purr in the same manner and that makes us see that we have began not to enjoy Cyprus because all the family had changed for the worse.
"For richer and poor."
"No most of them dishonest and richer for it."
"We run the police station let me run to it?"
"No thank you."
There is almost this beastly fiendish delight in me having to be carried off somewhere and done unspeakable things to. I am almost traumatised by all this and don't speak. There is a grimness in my eyes now as I look at them as if they have the oddness which they seek in me.
"They are all hooligans."
"Most of them are over sixty."
"Well still they act as if they are not over the age of twenty."
Cyprus for me was a place where many things had happened and I liked the sun and the stars back then when there were stars to be seen now there is only the moon. The moon they say will disappear soon as if never been and the sun will be so hot, we will all boil.
Cypriots just laugh at this they know it had to happen the end of the world.
Like insects who don’t like to work and think in the unhealthy hours of work they cherish their own independence and their politics and do not envy the world their wealth of course not they have their own polices and independence and they do not care to be interfered with.
Love is the cause of the world’s disasters.
No, it is not famine actually.
If the Helen of Troy had not been a beauty what and why did they fight for ten years for her? The husband took her back or got her back then made her tell her story to all the visitors while she poured wine.
I do not understand such behaviour.
Nor do I.
“Well she must have aged.”
“So why is this such a tale of remorseless dread as we read about the tale from Cyprus?”
