Onasagoras
Our Letymbiotis told us about an invitation from Sisi, the President of Egypt. But apparently that wasn’t glamorous enough, so young Nikos said instead that the invitation had come from Trump. What exactly happened? Who cares? Details. What matters is that we were at the meeting. Let’s just hope we didn’t go there like a Thanksgiving turkey or a little lamb at Easter dinner.
Because something tells me our turn is coming, to line up for a “solution” not by consultation but by imposition, since the Leader of the Free World has decided to go for next year’s Nobel. Then again, perhaps there’s no other way to solve things on this island of savages, saints, and public holidays. The danger, you see, is that after more than half a century, if we don’t… “consent,” nicely or otherwise, we might just get a kick in the backside.
“He has one of the strongest armies in the world. He’s much stronger than he lets on… he’s my friend, and he’s always there when I need him. He’s tremendous, and I send greetings to his beautiful wife.”
Sadly, those flattering words from Trump weren’t for our young Nikos, who stood in the background with a proud yet awkward expression, but for Turkish President Erdogan. And now Turkey, following its participation in the European defense program, will also be a guarantor power in Gaza, alongside the U.S., Egypt, and Qatar. What might that mean when it’s our turn in the vice? Well, the wise will understand.
Greetings to Erdogan’s beautiful wife. Donald Trump
We’re told we’ll propose Cypriot companies for Gaza’s reconstruction. Everyone’s praying those jobs don’t go to the same contractors who leave projects in Cyprus half-finished, at triple the budget. Or to those who renovated that building whose roof collapsed shortly afterward. Because, you see, in the Middle East they have strict penalties for corruption (some places even cut off hands), not polite admonitions like “go and please don’t do it again.”
I read that hackers attacked the Cyprus Post Office. Wait a second so I can get this straight. To be hacked, don’t you have to be digitized first? With the speed and efficiency of our postal service, I was under the impression they still write in big ledgers and correct mistakes with Tippex. I’ll admit, I felt a little proud realizing our Post has advanced technologically enough to even be hacked. Technologia, as we say in the village.
I’m not taking sides, but the recent online feud (they call it “beef,” I’m told) between psychologists Thekla Petridou and Christina Bogiatzi made one thing very clear: psychologists should be required to undergo an annual psychological evaluation before renewing their license, those who have one, that is. It’s been years since we’ve witnessed such hysteria and public bickering. As a wise proverb goes: “Show me your psychologists, and I’ll tell you your psychological state, yours and your country’s.”
Oh, I love Cyprus.
