The Green Line Holiday in a Warzone

-What is it like to be dead?

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 the burning houses. I was horrified but I didn’t obey his instructions and as we passed one of the houses I could hear the terrible sound of people screaming inside.

“What happened here?” cried mother in desperation, looking at Hasan for an answer. But how could he know? He had no reply to give apart from a shrug of his shoulders.

“I thought you said it was going to be safe,” continued Mother. “What on earth is happening?”

“I really don’t know,” said Hasan. An unlikely possibility occurred to him. “Maybe they were Greeks captured by Turkish soldiers.” He was hoping this was the case, otherwise we were definitely in dangerous territory.
An extract from: The Green Line – Holiday in a Warzone – Cyprus 1974