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 To be a child and an islander in the Mediterranean
is to be a sunshine child. To shine, to radiate joy, to inhale the fragrance of jasmine
on warm summer evenings...
The children of this island, whether you met them in a winding
Nicosia street or among the shrubs of an open field will strike you with the
freshness of a morning dew.
Watching them
enjoy life in such idyllic settings ... you dream of your own happy
childhood..
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 It is the children which enjoy the
gifts of being an islander, more than anybody else; be it in pursuit of a taste in orange
grove or in pursuit of a fish at the sea side.
The children that grown breathing such intense aromas of
flowers or salt cannot be happy elsewhere.
Wherever they go, they are bound to return
their island... Cyprus.
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