My life had become unbearable, not only affecting me but also everybody around me. It is not an exaggeration to say that I was just a ‘moving problem’. My parents were terrified and my brothers absolutely embarrassed because they did not know what to do to help me. All the problems started during my early adolescence. When the Turkish invasion took place in Cyprus in July 1974, I was 14 years old. Though our house was very close to the cemetery, I did not have any problem with it whatsoever. In fact, when I was very young, I even used to play with my friends in or around the cemetery and considered it quite normal. 

Viaţa mea era într-adevăr  insuportabilă, nu numai faţă de mine dar şi de ceilalţi din jurul meu, de cei apropiaţi şi ceilalţi cunoscuţi! Fără să exagerez, eram o problemă mişcătoare, sau să  o spunem altfel o dinamită cu tije de iritabilitate şi negativitate gata să explodeze spre toate direcţiile.