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Soner Kioufi Born in 1965, East Ham, London. Proprietor: Kibkom KıbTel– North Cyprus Business Directorywww.kibtel.comKibkom Forum – North Cyprus English Speaking Forumwww.kibkomforum.comKibkom KibApp – Mobile Appwww.kibapp.comRead More
A step back in time Our little family group – my mother, brothers Niazy (then aged seven) and Erden (five) and I – collected our luggage and made our way towards the airport exit through customs control. We were met by a man dressed in …Read More
We’re all going on a summer holiday Thump! The dry Mediterranean heat introduced itself with a body blow as I climbed down from the Boeing 747. I’d never before experienced such temperatures; then again, I was only eight and my horizons up to that point …Read More
The Green Line – a must read for anyone visiting Cyprus I really enjoyed this book, I found it both moving and witty. It made me smile and also brought me to tears. Even so, it was a must read for me as a frequent …Read More
“ I’m Greek Cypriot.
Soner is not, that is apparent in this book.
He’s my friend and I’ve known him since we were at college together but nothing prepared me for this book. The memories he now shares with you are ones that even I have never been privy to.
It’s an honest book, neither hyped nor unapologetic and is a must read for both Greek Cypriots and Turkish Cypriots of our generation.
Cry…. With laughter you will…..
Parts will shock you…
He conjures up some images we, from the island are all familiar with……some, thankfully not…..“
In about half an hour we reached a village called Çatoz, which has now been renamed Serdarlı. Mother’s smile froze on her face. The houses in the village were in flames. “Boys, put your hands over your ears, quickly!” shouted Hasan as he drove past …Read More
–History before my eyes As I write this, thirty-seven years have passed since that momentous year. I do not mention dates as I kept no diary as the events unfolded before my wondering eyes. I have done some research to pinpoint them, but dates do …Read More
Thump! The dry Mediterranean heat introduced itself with a body blow as I climbed down from the Boeing 747. I’d never before experienced such temperatures; then again, I was only eight and my horizons up to that point had been limited to South London’s dull, …Read More