If I could turn back time...

Getting in my car this Sunday morning to go to Limassol was like getting in a time machine which would take me back 15-20 years.
A routine that we used to do almost every Sunday and which I have not done for many many years.
Back then my dad used to drive the white Audi100, my mum would sit in the passengers seat and I would sit back with my two brothers..I was always in the middle. And if I ever dared to fall asleep my brothers would wake me up. Now, I had to drive my own car, following my parents. There was no question about falling asleep this time.

We met at the same house like we always did. My grandparents house in the Linopetra refugee housing..next to the gymnaseum. The gymnaseum where as kids we used to go on Sunday and play basketball with my cousins. Not much has changed in the neighborhood. Same houses, same neighbors, same schools. My aunt prepared the lunch and we sat at the same table like we always used to do. The menu did not include my grandfathers trademarked oven-baked rabbit, but my aunt surely did inherit some of my grandmother's Stella's cooking abilities. An excellent lunch, with family. And for sure as I was sitting there, I felt that I had turned back time. 20 years ago, almost every Sunday it would be the same. Only we were kids. Now we are adults and new kids have taken our place. I am sure that Loucas and Stella would have been proud of their family. After all, nowadays a loving extended family is not something you easily find.

*This blog entry is dedicated to my grandfather Loucas and grandmother Stella. Loucas, a very sincere, loving, calm person died 6 years ago. Stella a hard-working, dynamic, loving mother and grandmother died 8 years ago.

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