A Soliloquy? A monologue on stage to you! Gotta be interesting to capture the attention of the audience. I generally like Shakespearean ones . To be or not to be…. (alone) That is the question! Continue reading
Little Cyprus, my country, stands at a crossroads. It straddles three continents, being very near Syria, Egypt and Israel, not forgetting our big ambitious neighbour, Turkey.
In recent years, we have not had many refugees arriving in precarious boats here. We’ve only had a couple of such seemingly ungoverned ‘caravellas’ reaching our waters and shores. Continue reading
I STILL have a hand written note deep in a drawer written by Thanasis, age 6. It says: “Constantina I love you.” I kept it as a memento!
I have kept it as a sad, or rather bitter sweet souvenir of a romantic love disappointment.Mine as well as his. It tugs at my heart strings even now! It is a short, fiery declaration of love by the cutest 6 year old you have ever seen. I guess you can call this note the childhood equivalent of a letter by a love sick teenager.And the outcome a romantic love disappointment!
As you may know, my name is Ersie and not Constantina.. The recipient was, in fact, my daughter Constantina. Which for me means double the romantic anguish! Like the gorgeous, button-nosed Thanassis, she was also age 6 at the time! Now she is sweet 16, going on 17 . She was nearly a millennium baby by the way – she was born in 1999.
Thanassis was Constantina’s crush at that tender – and perhaps fickle age. She had met this cutie in kindergarten and they were an item in no time. When it was time to go to elementary school, fate separated them. They were placed in different forms.
Constantina, being as loved up as Thanassis was, was disappointed with this random separation. She immediately went round to the headmaster’s office and asked to change form because she wanted to be with Thanassis. She was honest about it.The headmaster looked perverse and frustrated and weirdly angry. His reaction was an emphatic NO. A lot of children are fixated with old buddies and want to go to the same form at that educational stage/milestone.Which would explain the head’s impatience!
BEING A MUM AND AN EMPATH, I WAS FURIOUS with the headmaster and thought of a way to beat him!
The next morning I instructed Constantina to go to Thanassis’ classroom and sit next to him. I also gave her my mobile phoNe and told her to phone me if they roughed her up . I intended to remove her from school and picket the Ministry.
i FOUND OUT AT THE END OF THE MORNING THAT THEY HAD BRIBED HER WITH SWEETS AND SHE WENT TO HER OWN CLASS VOLUNTARILY.
It was just as well. She continued the romance by bombarding Thanassis with phone calls to the annoyance of his jealous mother. (Let’s call her Nicoletta. to protect identities). His house was near ours so I took her there to play when his mother agreed. After two weeks, something in the air changed. When Thanassi phoned, Constantina refused to come to the phone. We didn’t know what to tell him. How to break it to him gently, I mean. Her feelings had completely and irrevocably changed! He soon got the hint and stopped calling!
After a few months Constantina confided in me: ‘ He loves Aphrodite, now!”
She looked relieved!
As a parent I now know that my children are entitled to their joys and also their sorrows, not forgetting any (very real) romantic love DISAPPOINTMENT.!
I am presently working on the idea of foggy/fog/mist but I came across this retiree blog and her tea factory fog and I would like to share by reblogging as I loved it and I am also a return visitor of Sri Lanka. Guess they have fog down at the Ecuador, huh?
In the later afternoon the fog often drifts in and blankets the grounds of the Heritance Tea Factory, a former tea factory in the Sri Lankan highlands that has been converted into a lovely hotel.
He is my friend even though we’ve never met and may never do! Who? An agony uncle with his own problem page in a local magazine here in Cyprus. I think this admirable man and I have developed a deep relationship as he publishes my letters regularly and makes enthusing comments.
Sometimes I e mail him to ‘correct’ the advice he has given. Continue reading
I was taken there and it took my breath away!. It’s the place where the locals take you because you have to see it and experience it. Before reluctantly leaving it.
Unawatuna. A dreamy beach in heavenly Sri Lanka
The Portuguese colonialists eyed Galle, a town in Southern Sri Lanka, like a jewel that should be acquired. They lingered, ah tarried is the word I was looking for. They tarried and may even have left some of their genes in this unique spot in Southern Sri Lanka. So did the Dutch. Left their footprints and their genes. Some locals are 10th generation Dutch and are entrenched by now. Even the houses look Dutch!
The Palm trees were swaying in the slight ocean breeze and I remember noticing that the climate was better than some other places on the island of Serendipity or ‘happy accident’, if you prefer!
I was there a year before the tsunami. I returned seven years later and loved it again.
I made friends there and will go back for a third visit as soon as I get the chance
It just took my breath away!
PRINCESS AND THE PEA, THE TAJ and Princess Ersie my namesake in a tapestry
My two princesses Eleni in the first two pics. Valentine ball KIng’s College Cambridge
and (the one on the left) Constantina, 16, in the third pic
a Perverse and not politically correct BED TIME STORY to give you nightmares. I am a bit of a contrarian and I am sure I reacted intensely in a similar manner when as a little girl I first read (OR WAS TOLD) the Princess and the Pea story by Hans Christian Andersen Continue reading