Feeling home with Ines – Nicosia, Cyprus

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Feeling home’ is usually identified with the city we were born and raised, more broadly; our country of birth. Roots and familiarity; the childhood house, specific aromas, sounds, landscapes, community networks; can be synonymous with a sole place that remains the constant ‘home’ throughout our lives. For people who have lived an ephemeral existence, the concept of home is flexible, it may include, yet not confined to, a country’s geographic borders; city; suburb. ‘Feeling home’ can take place in multiple locations, neighbourhoods, cultures and languages.  Continue reading

“Ta Ekana Salata” I did a Salad: Re-thinking Failure with Peter – Nicosia, Cyprus

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What does failure look like?

In Greek culture, failure looks like a salad. “Ta ekana salata” is a colloquial Greek expression, that translates literally as “I did a salad”. Commonly utilised to to convey failure, the expression is used conversationally to infer “I made a mess of it”; the salad is a symbol of failure. Continue reading

Cherishing Folklore: Kolokasi with Demetris – Nicosia, Cyprus.

SL373073 “The reason why people think I cook is because I have theories”. Renowned for his detailed stories and considered discussion, Demetris is a retired physics teacher and an illustrious figure among Nicosia’s old city community. Every morning at 10.30am, with a Tahinopita* in tow, Demetris cycles to a ritual coffee gathering that takes place in a gracious neighbourhood street in the old city. It is at this makeshift Kafenio* where Demetris recounts amusing anecdotes or engages in lively debate with his companions;  “I think cooking and drinking is overestimated in people’s stories. People make big stories about how things are made”.

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REDISCOVERING NICOSIA’S OLD CITY IN SYDNEY

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This illustration of Nicosia’s old city has been living in storage since I purchased it in 2012 during a fieldwork trip to Cyprus for my masters thesis. I rediscovered the artwork yesterday, after opening boxes of my belongings that were packed away for three years while I was living between Nicosia and Sydney. The artist of this piece is Lara Alphas, and it is beyond my imagination that I would be documenting her father, Dimitri, making Kolokasi for Kafe As Poume, years after finding this in the gift shop of the Nicosia Municipal Arts Centre. It is these intricate connections and coincidences that make the old city of Nicosia spectacularly endearing.  Continue reading