Concrete jungle erasing our memories

I share your reader’s dismay in his June letter on the plan to build a church at the Paphos Town Park (‘Park is quite heavenly enough’, Sunday Mail, June 14). It seems that everybody nowadays sees heaven in concrete monstrosities – be it churches, office buildings, luxury condos or just slaps of meaningless monuments.

I see red where everybody else sees development and fondly remember the beautiful green small patch of cider trees surrounding a late 19th century Protestant wooden house in Larnaca, right across from the American Academy high school.

Even in the lean years of my youth, it was always a mesmerising vision of peace and tranquillity.

Unfortunately many years ago somebody decided to build an ugly complex of apartments and stores there. Paradoxically, the little wooden house was allowed to stay there – fading away, forever choked in a concrete nightmare.

What is the worth of a person in this life or next, once his memory is long gone, and has nothing to leave behind but the destruction of a treasure?

Demetris Ioannou,
Larnaca