"Andreas The Cypriot" is an epic novel of a Noble hero in modern times. Almost 50 years of life in Cyprus made a real change in my blood. Social life is the place where things start to immerse in the spiritual, political, and touristic life. It is a drama of great people, their patriotism and human commitment, together with great sacrifices. The great beauty of Aphrodite the mythology, served this Novel to make it, may be the most distinguished work of literature ever written about...
More Description"Andreas The Cypriot" is an epic novel of a Noble hero in modern times. Almost 50 years of life in Cyprus made a real change in my blood. Social life is the place where things start to immerse in the spiritual, political, and touristic life. It is a drama of great people, their patriotism and human commitment, together with great sacrifices. The great beauty of Aphrodite the mythology, served this Novel to make it, may be the most distinguished work of literature ever written about what may this island be described as "Cyprus the Paradise". The Cyprus case of independence and the divided City of Nicosia were present. The refugees' presence could wake up the great humanitarian aspect in Cypriots' morals. Here we have a few paragraphs taken randomly from this novel. *** "We have to listen to the sea breathing like A giant, reflecting the world on its distant horizons. We have to see in our hearts that there are people standing like us on the other shore! They think of us as we think of them! We can only reach them through other means, because we are human beings, not fish. We are not birds to fly through the sky. All of us are helpless, so we are thinking about what we are and what we can do in order to satisfy our desires and fulfill our dreams. Because we were not birds, we invented the plane, and because we were not fish, we put up the sails." ...... "I was there in that beautiful country house guarded by dogs and cats, we had to participate in the farewell ceremony of a man who had lost his life. There we got to know Adonis, Aphrodite, people, history, and life. Most important of all was our knowledge about the orphan brothers. Andros, one of the two brothers, was bleeding and suffocating. We had to learn day by day, the details of Andreas and Andros, as if the one is only a copy of the other, as if they were true faces of this island. I followed Andreas's journey through Andros's repeated messages over and over again, each message suggested a world full of life that is the deep divine creation of a people with all the measurements of love and humanity. His migration for eight years was the journey of a warrior armed with love of the land on which his father's blood bled. His patience was not the patience of a businessman, but it was the patience of his mother, who was torn apart by a war of interests based on racial ideas. I continued to narrate the events as they happened. "Andreas the Cypriot" is a novel imposed its style on my fingers, its ideas on my mind, and its characters on my soul, and so I was knitting every day an embroidery of scenes and phrases that we had in that wonderful spot of the world. The greatest men in this world are not the ones who say great words, but those who pay for them."... "If the war had not been, and if injustice had not been, I would not have been an orphan, and the children would not have drowned in the sea desperately." ..."Politicians have to find solutions instead of talking to the press. I'll bring with me the sea-dog to Cyprus. I will be the first to make a water park for turtles and dolphins, play with them, trust them, and learn from them instead of running to the parliament."..... "Don't you think Andreas is ready to die for Cyprus? Don't you think Andreas is willing to die for a child to save, even if he doesn't know him? Don't you think he's not willing to sacrifice anything so that no one will ever be an orphan like him again? That's why Andreas died! No one will ever say anymore that Cyprus is giving up her humanitarian duties!" ....... From my window I saw a pigeon moving among the trees of the neighbors' gardens without permission and without fear! ...