A taste of the simple life

Chatting with Michalis Poleos yesterday, we found ourselves back among the windmills of our childhood, from before the 1974 invasion, scattered through the orchards of Famagusta, Ayios Memnon and the whole stretch running down to the Kokkinochoria. He told me, in particular, about the windmill he used to see every morning the moment he woke up, standing in the yard opposite his late father’s house in what is now occupied Kato Deryneia. He told me about the goldfish in the reservoir that fed the...