”Each person has the right to choose” every single one of our friends said while much about life was still an unkown. Ideas were not put to practice, but we could imagine a lot. It was good to think, ahead of the time. It’s hard to say that each and every single person made the right choices. As a matter of fact, it looks rather different: a new thing has emerged: a culture, an ethos.

they turned international work into this too. How can there be so many violations of international human rights law at one go? It is nice to talk about it. It is equally easy to ignore it, on the North of Cyprus. “Don’t try to criticise Cyprus”, said my lawyer to me when I asked for help for a legal assistant to be present at an interrogation. Every single time i heard it on the news, that an academic was harassed, that an intellectual was killed, that a woman was raped, I thought that it made no sense to focus on the name. I still am of the same opinion. I audioread with great pleasure the new personal expression of a victim. The voice of the actress made a great difference in my enjoyment of intellectual consumption.

did I push people away with my choice of words? Is it too much to use the phrase “intellectual consumption”? It matters. It matters what we read, whether we read or why. It is difficult to live in a society which punishes academic thought in most of its forms. It does appear that the Cyprus Problem is the only thing which the professionals are allowed to develop. There have been many problems with what professionalism has come to mean, what internationalism holds and what the reality of the locality has. “It’s all in your head,” as the Hat put it in Harry Potter. It’s very Harry Potter-like when I find things broken at home, when I fall down while running away from my stalkers who were not there at that moment in time… It’s dark magic when the fear is learned, it’s even darker when it’s thaught. There is a lot of silent teaching, around me, on this island. An awful lot of war activities which the doers of the actions have successfully managed to hide. And you live your life without even knowing, that it’s not you, that you are not making your own decisions, that you actually have been pushed into so much… That homes are prisons, of sorts. That there are real prisons, of homes. That there is nothing left, to trust, to love… Because simplicity has matched to the higher level of intentional wrongdoing. The intentions of the actors remain blurred, as they strive on acts of aggression, false accidents replace authentic human relations among civic citizens.

Today I stayed at home, the whole day. I had to because of my injury. I am worried about my health as I have a different problem each month. It’s one thing replacing another, and a lot of joie de vivre leaving my mind as a result… I care about Pebble and Cuddle persons and awful lot, as they continue to support me during some really hard times in my life. I’m lucky to have them and there is nothing more enriching in the world than having Pebble and Cuddle in my arms.