I remember England in the 1950s. I came over from Cyprus as a migrant at first and lived here. We went back in the 1960s and when the war came we were wrapped up in it. We didn't want to loose our house or restaurant and felt there was going to resolve the problem so we stayed in the village. It was hard living in a occupied village. Especially in the 1970s when there was little communication. The only way to contact England was through the Red Cross. Often messages would get mixed up. We missed our children very much. When we finally came out of the village as refugees we had to start again. We lost everything, our life savings and business. Now that my husband has died I would only go back if my children wanted to live there. I would only return if I could have my house and restaurant back. I know it's still there.