Cyprus

We will arrive in Cyprus in a few days, the place which hosted a war, in the early 1900’s , from which both my Grandfathers fled.

They dodged the draft and the never-ending war with the Turks over lovely Cyprus, Island of Aphrodite, and went to America to find fortune.

Instead, the American RailRoads found them and took them high into the Rockies to lay rail, living in Rented Company Tents, buying food from the company train…but at least not shot by Turks.

And now we are going back:  the great-grandson lives there already…we are going for R & R and a look around….and the Turks are quiet now, being busy on the mainland with Syrians and not so eager to fight their partners in the EU.

Funny.  All those dead Greeks and Turks….I shall look out for their ghosts.