I’m trying to remember, when I last felt like this…
Is it supposed to be like this? My grandmother is gone, and the now the street, is kind of dead. When I was watching Cyprus from the aeroplane a thought came over me. It was: ‘Cyprus, I will conquer you’. It was dusty and hot when I landed. The drivers on the roads are maniacs. There are no rules. Everyone is smoking, very European. When I disembarked the plane I told my cousin that this time, this visit, I feel like I’m over Cyprus. I’m over it. Because I’ve found my place in Australia, I have my home. 
But then as we were driving, it hit me that I was actually in Cyprus, a 24 hour journey from Australia and I turned to my cousin and said, ‘Oh my God.’ and she said ‘what?’
‘Oh my God I’m in Cyprus’
‘Yes…’
‘oh my God I’m in Cyprus’ and I kept saying that and shouting it and then this feeling swept over me and I said ‘I could stay here forever. Oh my God, I’m not over Cyprus. I never want to leave.’
Is it meant to be like this? I walk through my auntie’s house and everyone is older. I remember when I came and my cousins were five. Now they are twenty. 
My grandmother used to live here and now she is dead. I went for a walk down the street and I saw something. I saw you driving to pick me up, when we were young, really young and foolish. I saw Ella laughing down the street. That tree wasn’t there last time, that road was different. My cousin said to me I haven’t seen you in ten years but I feel like I saw you yesterday. I remember when I last felt like this…I’m under your spell again, Cyprus.
