Today I received two shocks to the system. I was rudely awoken at 5.30am precisely by what was thought to be a burglar. Windows were being banged on, and roof tiles rattled. Three thuds and then silence.
Someone was running on the top of the apartment building seemingly trying to break in. Police were called and morning dreams were ruined. Cops and apparent criminals were never seen again apart from a courtesy call at 6.30am to confirm that burglars were in fact free-running teenagers in black t-shirts who didn't like to sleep in apparently!
After my coffee and shock treatment I ventured out of the house for some air. It's become usual for me to check the news on my android phone every morning as I'm walking. People must have wondered by the look on my face if I'd been in shock-therapy because I soon needed to lie down again.
I've said a lot on this blog over the years, some of which I have now censored, and other parts I've tried to be subtle about. Certain things did need saying.
This morning I read the news and my heart skips a beat as I realize vips are reading my musings and memories after all!
I don't much miss my old jobs, or my previous bosses, but I can't help but smile reading the below and seeing Karma take over!
Quote: "FinCEN accused FBME, which though chartered in Tanzania operates primarily in Cyprus, of facilitating financial activity for transnational organised crime and Hezbollah.
FBME has denied the allegations, saying the US Treasury had compiled the report without its input."
Mexico keeps popping up today, I don’t know why. I was
sitting in another one of those bland government offices waiting for my number
to be called so I can ask a question I already know the answer to. The lady I
speak with asks me to confirm my date of birth; she tells me it’s the same as
hers. We both chuckle politely. I get up to walk away, a guy walks into me,
almost trips me up, his bright yellow t-shirt blazoned with ‘Mexico’ on the
I drive to a nearby mall and decide not to have a burger
but a chicken-filled taco instead. Something subliminal must be going on. People
on a nearby table are talking about how the food in America is nothing like
this and that ‘real Mexicans’ make it and sell it on the roadside. I inevitably
have to use the ladies room. On the stainless steel door frame, stamped in
black, I spot a few numbers and the words ‘Made in Mexico’.
If the Mexican football team were still playing
in the World Cup I would put a bet on them. We’re only half way through the
day; will there be more I wonder?
I have written for the culture, entertainment, and travel sectors, both on-line and in the local press.
For over twenty years my day-job consisted of slugging away, making other people rich, in the world's most ruthless, yet strangely boring and inept corporate finance environments. That includes international banking, new-IT, and advertising.
As freelance writer, and critic, in my spare time, I help run a workshop for local writers. I am still writing the on-line movie review blog ‘Celluloid Seduction’, hanging around a lot of the entertainment sites in the process.
After the devastating and unsolved death of my younger brother on 09/09/1994, I now attempt to exorcise feelings of powerlessness, and loss, that plague my psyche, by creating modern literal performance poetry, using traditional rhythmic forms, following in the footsteps of my late grandfather, the Cypriot 'Red Village' poet 'Vasilis'.
I have many interests including the cinema, music, writing of all kinds, political and religious debate, new and weird science and the occult, plus a lot of other things that just don't fit in this box.
This blog is full of memories and opinion and observations. Feel free to quote me, but please respect me enough to credit 'Marie from Cyprus' on anything you repeat.
Thanks for dropping by!
The identities of persons involved have been intentionally kept, but in some paragraphs they are omitted for legal reasons. No offense. If you feel there is an inaccuracy, please contact me and we can discuss what it is that you believe is not true about these accounts. Don't try to sue me, I have no money or assets, the international corp. bankers I use to work for made sure of that!