on saturday, we decide to take kyle into old nicosia to show him a bit of what this place is all about. we parked in "our" lot, and headed across the street into the quaint little area we are so beginning to love.
after wandering down the main strip a bit, we continued past the part where we've typically turned around. things changed in style from the clothing shops and restaurants we had come from to more of a souvenir shop type feel.
i looked across the street and saw a "police station" tucked into the corner of this tiny little nook in the cobblestone streets. it was such an unlikely place for a police station, not to mention it seemed kind of pointless - like what are they going to do in an emergency? i decided i had to take a picture. i pull out my camera, and just as i'm about to lift it to focus for the picture, i look literally 5 meters in front of me and realize we're standing at the greek/turkish border. guess the police station makes more sense than i thought. if i had taken the picture, i probably would have been in big time trouble.
i explain the border to kyle, how it's the last divided city in the world, and that the two sides despise each other. at first, i was under the impression that only E.U. passport holders could cross the border, but i'm now reading things that insinuate that i might be able to as well. at one point in time, the hatred was so intense between the two sides that if you were, at any point in time, on the turkish side & had the stamp in your passport, you were no longer allowed back to the greek side. ever. to this day, they do "passport" stamps on separate pieces of paper, rather than in the passport itself. i wish we had our passports so we could have tried to cross the border!!
...next time.
xox k
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