Sir,
I must say how much I enjoyed Mrs Happily Married Christophorou’s letter in the recent edition of the Sunday Mail [August 13, ‘Cypriot men will get what they deserve’]; many a strong point of view she holds concerning, not only Eastern European beauties, but Cypriot men and women’s desserts as well.
The majority of Cypriot men who leave their wives and families for a ‘blonde bombshell’ are in their late forties or older even. True, they might no longer be good looking, tall and slim non-smokers, erudite or cultivated like me at 62, but they do seek a caring partner during those inescapable crepuscular years.
And when tempted by an available and beautiful Eastern European they succumb. After all, are Cypriot men any different from other races? Perhaps, if Cypriot women spent a little more time with their so-called wayward husbands and ill-disciplined children instead of being obsessed by their hips, hair and hose, they’d hang onto their families for the right reasons…companionship and love for example!
The cost of having an accountant or government official for a wife is that invariably she can’t cook or play with her loved ones since she is so wrapped up in her own world.
We lose contact with our families when we employ staff (slave labour) to perform the household chores and walk the dog instead of sharing those bonding activities out among ourselves. We grow idle and obese; the devil then finds work for those idle hands and wandering, uncreative minds. Who among us has not dreamt of a fantasy coupling when weary with our present existence?
When I see a waning ‘top model’, viciously hanging onto what’s left of her fast-fading looks as she drives her Mercedes Kompressor with Formula One, I wonder if these women are not possessed with precisely those same values of which Mrs Happily Married unjustly accused the Eastern Europeans!
Jealousy is rife in a world where those who have too much refuse to share with those who carry all their worldly possessions in a suitcase or under their chapeaux and shorts .
Mr Marks and Mr Spencer, both Ashkenazi Jews who emigrated from Eastern Europe at the turn of the last century, began their Empire by selling items of clothing for sixpence from a wheelbarrow on Petticoat Lane Market in London.
I wonder if they possessed entry or work visas at the time, or passports even! Starving they certainly were when they arrived in England, but ambitious, hard working and determined – qualities we’ve forgotten exist and the reason why the Chinese, today’s Marks & Spencers, will eventually inherit the Earth.
My very fat cousine, a polyglot tourist guide, said she was sick of all these ‘foreigners’ taking away Cypriot men as well as menial jobs in the hotels and restaurants of the island. Come on Cyprus; grow up to accepting that we are no longer a princely, inviolable society.
We’ve already suffered a catastrophic military defeat due to our own short sightedness and are now undergoing an economic one. Do you choose to lose the remaining half of the island to hungry immigrants or would you prefer to advance marginally ahead yet alongside them? The world is fast becoming one people; certainly the right way to go forward… in fact, the only way.
Our Minister of the Interior, Mr Andreas Christou, responsible for our police force and the Immigration Department, is a wise man and knows that eventually a just enforcement of the laws of the land is a prerequisite for any society; it’s only a matter of time before Cyprus relinquishes its preferential treatment of indigenes in favour of equality of justice for all who reside here, even ‘blonde bombshells’ who perhaps receive preferential treatment at our Immigration Department; it’s human nature after all!
Yes, I can hear you shouting at me to stop deluding myself. Stop attributing foresight and fairness to our people. Just look at the behaviour of our vigilante taxi drivers in Ayia Napa, our impotent road traffic police, our Immigration Department deporting anyone who is ugly or fails to shout, the many favours returned – in other words, ‘harmless’ bribery and corruption rife throughout our civil service, the essence of knowing somebody ‘on the inside’.
I hear you all, so stop shouting…instead write to your newspaper, local politician or Euro M.P. your mukhtar, and natter like I do to my local coffee shop owner about the blonde serving behind his bar… That dream of a girl that I keep staring at lasciviously.
Hermes Solomon.
Ayios Andreas Nicosia
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