PARADISE LOST

Paradise Lost is an epic poem written by John Milton, in the 17th century. It revolves around the Fall Of Man and the temptation that Adam and Eve fell to in the garden of Eden. The story is about the corruption of mankind, and the influence of fallen angel Satan on the first man and woman. Adam and Eve are tricked into eating the forbidden fruit by Satan who takes the form of a snake. Under the influence of the fruit, they engage in intercourse and later feel ashamed, and cover their nudity. They have sinned, and their innocence is lost.

In Mary Shelley' s Frankenstein, the monster is able to relate to the characters in Milton' s Paradise Lost. He empathizes with Adam in the sense that he feels mortal, he shares sorrow and pain like all humans do. He has been created by someone- even if he is unsure who this someone is. The monster may feel closer to Satan though. He feels hideous, evil, filled with anger and hatred. Sometimes this darker side to him overpowers the other, and he knows he may be capable of horrible merciless actions. In any case the monster definitely displays signs of both human, and daemon behavior.

A&B SITUATIONS

A falls off B’s roof while trying to fix B’s roof.

B isn’t really responsible, since A is aware of the hazard. A is fixing B’s roof, so he already knows it is faulty. He is fixing B’s roof at his own risk. B cannot truly be held responsible since A knows what he is getting himself into.

A asks for money, but B walks on by.

We don’t truly know if B is responsible or not, since we don’t know whether or not A is genuinely in need of the money. B has the right to deny money to A, so he cannot really be blamed. On the other hand, if A is in need of the small amount of money that B has the power to provide him with, then B should perhaps be more generous. B cannot trust A, but being suspicious of him isn’t correct either, still B cannot be blamed since he doesn’t acquire the knowing of whether A is for real or not.

A borrows B’s car, B’s brakes are faulty, A has an accident.

B is responsible, providing that he knew his breaks are faulty. A is also taking the risk of using an unfamiliar car whose faults he cannot know. B should have repaired the car, warned A, and in fact not given A the car at all, since an accident was predictable. B is responsible in this situation because he had the knowledge and power to stop the accident.

A gives B swine flu through school.

A is responsible, since he is obliged to go to the hospital and get his case diagnosed in whatever case, as a precaution. A should not even be going to school if he has swine flu, or any flu. B holds no responsibility since B could not know that A has swine flu, and B still has to go to school, even if A does have swine flu.

Lolcat assignment

Homage to the Epistolary

LUCIFER

WILLIAM

Elm Street 27

1206, Flatiron

New York, New York

December 6, 2007

William,

Today, we have completed a six month cycle of writing, and answering to each others’ letters. I am going to take this as a chance, to thank you for all the beautiful moments you’ve given to me, that have lit up my life and put a smile on my face on the rainiest of days in this cheerless existence I live in.

I am simply unable to stop reading Sonnet 116 that you sent me, it fills my mind day and night, and with it so do you. The simple words, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom, stir me, in the most delightful way.

Without romance every human is simply a wilting flower, do you not agree?

The sky is already darkening outside, for when I sit alone, parchment and pen in hand, thinking of what to say and how to phrase all the thoughts I mean to say to you, in my world, time stops as you engulf my thoughts, but outside it it rushes faster than ever before.

Wishing of hearing from you before long, for your reply can never come too soon.

With love, Lucifer

Harrison Avenue 33

5698, Kerbwood

Jacksonville, Illinois

December 20, 2007

Hello Lucifer,

Yes, it’s amazing isn’t it, to think that so much time has past since we started pen paling. I’m glad you liked the poem, I thought you’d enjoy it, as I already told you it’s one of my personal favorites. Sorry I haven’t been replying shortly, but things have been hectic over here. I’ve been exhausted with work at the farm, the pigs given birth and I have to take care of all the piglets now on top of everything else, but they’re such darlings, God bless them. At least John, my friend that I’ve been telling you about, has been helping me out, I’d be a mess without him.

Also I’ve been suffering from a sprained wrist, and writing to you earlier would have been difficult. What happened is that John and I were at the pub, and as we went to leave these buff brutes surrounded us and, they called us names, and you know how that angers me. I’m not hiding what I am, and in fact, I’m quite proud. A fight began, and that’s how I got injured. I knocked one of them straight unconscious, but besides, he was asking for it, the idiot.

Anyway, I’d like to tell you more details but I have to run and finish this letter in time to get it to the post office.

Hope everything is fine up there,

William

Elm Street 27

1206, Flatiron

New York, New York

December 29, 2007

Dear William,

I cannot help but feel that perhaps we are being torn apart by the world around us. I miss the personal, private conversations we would have. I have shared with you the deepest secrets that I have held hidden within my soul my entire lifetime, and you have shown to me your most sensitive, tender, vulnerable sides.

With all these things taking place in your life, I feel, I fear, I dread, we are fading away.

I never knew John and you where so close. You have left me quite in the dark regarding this matter; I wish you would have told me from before. You two seem to be getting along frightfully well…

Be sure that not every boy will realize what a rare diamond you are. Be careful not to get your heart trampled on, I assure you, it isn’t the most pleasant feeling…it makes one feel weak, and helpless…I am drowning, William, you are blind. Love is blind.

It’s up to you to take me out of this nightmare before it’s too late.

Lucifer

Harrison Avenue 33

5698, Kerbwood

Jacksonville, Illinois

January 13, 2008

Lucifer,

I’m sorry to hear you feel this way, but I honestly don’t really understand. I thought you would be happy I found someone, you said it yourself that love is all we really need to keep us alive, and I agreed. John and I weren’t even together Lucifer, but things have changed since my last letter, and I must say we are now living the happiest days of our lives, together.

Word’s can’t describe the bliss I feel, the joy he brings me.

I hope everything is alright between us, if there’s something you want to discuss feel free to tell me as always, you seem troubled but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

William

Elm Street 27

1206, Flatiron

New York, New York

January 21, 2008

William,

I have tried to tell you in so many ways, but you do not believe, or you do not want to believe what I am showing you. Perhaps I am not worthy enough of you.

You have changed everything for me.

You gave me a reason to get up in the morning, a reason to continue, a reason to live. Now, you are taking all that away from me.

I can take this no longer. I am breaking every second. I simply, cannot take it anymore.

I am falling into an abyss, which I can no longer pull myself out of. As I fall deeper, and deeper, I feel that I am getting closer to the end. I had found hope, in wishing for the impossible.

I love you, William.

With these last words, I shall say one last goodbye.

Yours forever,

Lucifer

Harrison Avenue 33

5698, Kerbwood

Jacksonville, Illinois

January 29, 2008

Lucifer, what’s going on?

You have me worried!

Snap out of this, you’re being childish, all we had was a long distance friendship, stop these imaginary scenarios please. How dare you try to turn all this around and try to make me feel guilty for something that I have not done?

Why can’t you just be happy for me?

Stop being selfish. You should feel lucky I’m still speaking to you.

William

Harrison Avenue 33

5698, Kerbwood

Jacksonville, Illinois

February 14, 2008

Lucifer,

I’m sorry for everything I said,

I take it all back.

Please, just reply soon, so that I know you’re all right, okay?

I still care about you you know.

William

Harrison Avenue 33

5698, Kerbwood

Jacksonville, Illinois

March 3, 2008

Lucifer,

It’s all right, I understand. You must have thought I looked down on you, and perhaps I mislead you all this time. I see why you’re not replying to me, I just hope that you’re happy now whatever you’re doing, and that you don’t regret us meeting.

You can still reply whenever you feel, and we can still talk, as friends.

William

A Dream within a Dream- Edgar Allan Poe

AGAIN

Anton Chekhov, A Work Of Art

-.-

“Don’t!”, she screamed. Her distinct voice reached his ears, even across the bustling crowd.
“Don’t do it.”
Being in love with her, he reconsidered for a second. But then he remembered once more why he was there. Having only a few minutes left till the final move, he pulled himself together. As he turned around once more, away from the stare of the girl, his face arranged itself in painful expression, as if he had just been shot in the chest.
“I have to”, he whispered to himself. He thought for a moment how he had gotten himself into this situation. How he had kept it a secret from her. This secret had been like a burden of a thousand bricks laying on his shoulders. The only choice was to continue with the plan.
It had been a month ago that someone had the idea. It made him shiver as if he had stepped into a cold room even the first time he heard of it, but being the newest member of the group, he simply shook his head and agreed. It was only till afterwards, when they chose him to carry out the act, that he had wished he never let his emotions take over him, that he had never had the impulse to join the group. But he had never been good at anything. He wanted to prove himself, just once.

He thought of the previous events of the day. If she hadn’t found out about it all it would have been so much easier now. It had been the final call to make sure everything was set, he answered it, and went over the plan once more with the leader of the group. He didn’t know the man’s name- he never said. She had picked up the telephone from the kitchen, a mere coincidence, to call a friend, but having such gentle mannerisms, nobody noticed the click of the telephone being lifted. She overheard the entire conversation. She had immediately tried to stop him, but in vain, he had his mind set on it and was as stubborn as a child.
A cold sweat broke on his forehead, even though the hundreds of people packed together around him made him extremely hot. The president was giving his last words of a speech that had so many standing on their toes and screaming with excitement.
The President made his way across the stage, near him. He was only three, two, one meter away from him now.
This was it. He opened his jacket slowly, looking down. He felt the wires tug at his body. He followed them down to the plastic box across his stomach. He felt the edges of the red button with his finger. Her voice rang in his ears again, but he didn’t understand what it said.
He pushed the button, and suddenly, all his fears, all his anxiety, his love, his pain, dissolved into a corona of white light.

ELEMENTARY ASSIGNMENT

VIDEO CRITIQUES

ROMEO AND JULIET PUPPET SHOW

I rather enjoyed this video. The length was ideal, and the content was accurate. There wasn't much dialogue in the original Shakespearean form, but the story line remained the same. Even though it lost the tint of romanticism due to the modern language, this made it more humorous. The characters had new dimensions to them, and their personalities corresponded to the way they would be if they lived in the modern world, even though supposedly it is still set in the same time period as the original story. 

ROMEO & JUILET- SCOTTISH FALSETTO SOCK PUPPET THEATRE

This video was probably my favorite. There where many limits to it, because of the style they used (sock puppets), and the fact that the set was simply a piece of material that remained the same in all the scenes. Also, only two characters where visible on stage at any one time. They changed the dialogue greatly, including the names of the families. It actually made me laugh. It wasn't the entire story, so I look forward to seeing the rest of it. 

ROMEO AND JULIET ANIMATICS

Terrible. Cute drawings but that's it. Also, there's only about 5 of them. The scene was way too short, not long enough to even try and change it to make it funny. The illustrations where enjoyable, but irrelevant. They did try to somewhat stick to some original language though, which was a positive aspect. Also, the quality of the recording was quite bad, you could here as much static as voice. The concept was fine, but the actual production was quite bad, they could have done a much better job by extending the scene at least.

ROMEO & JULIET STOP MOTION STYLE

This video was definitely the most professional looking and best made one. Though the characters where action figures, it was done so well that you simply forget it, and one is actually able to feel the emotion in this scene. There was an excellent choice of music, and I like how they managed to incorporate text into the film as well, since there was no dialogue. You could tell they used a good quality camera as well, since there was focus that was changing when necessary, and the pictures where clear. The transitions worked splendidly, and I thought it was great how even though it was stop motion, several angles of each scene where included. 

Nicholas Nelson

Nicholas Nelson

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Nicholas Nelson (6 February, 1927- March 23, 1959), born and lived in New York, was a performing artist cross dresser, known commonly by the name Nikki Nells. When it was revealed that he was in fact male, his career and psychological stability suffered a blow, and he was diagnosed with clinical depression. His whereabouts where unknown for several months, until he committed suicide and his body was recognized.

                               Contents 

1 Early life and family

2 Career

3 Nicholas revealed

4 Death

5 Debate

6 See also

7 References

8 External links

Early life and family

Nicholas is the child of Mary Cleveland, and Josh Nelson. He was raised in a wealthy family, with an aristocratic status. Nicholas was known to have conflict with his father from a very young age, due to religious factors. It is said that Josh demanded that Nicholas leave the household, without helping him economically in any way, but Mary refused to allow this. The reason for this argument still remains unknown, but is rumored to be because of Nicholas’s homosexuality, though it has not been proven that he had carnal relations with any man. Nicholas had a sister, Amy Nelson, who he moved to live with after he turned 18. Nicholas’s education was received by home schooling, by the means of a private tutor.

Career

Nicholas began his career as Nikki, when he auditioned for the job of performing at a bar as a female entertainer, singing and dancing, in 1952. His status remained secret, until several years later. He immediately became a star, and was hired by the director Jim Bresby, to play the leading role in his film Daisy Diamond. The film was a hit, and Nikki’s popularity increased dramatically. Other films he soon starred in where Loved By Lucy, A Millionare Mistress, and Around My Little Finger. Strangely though, due to misleading contracts, Nicholas never received the money he was promised, and was struggling financially. Even though Nicholas ended his life after only 6 years of acting as his  profession, he managed to become one of the most appreciated film stars.

Nicholas revealed

On November 3, 1958, an anonymous letter was sent to Robert Remming, editor of the New York Times newspaper, regarding Nicholas’s true sexual status. Out of drag photos, and his real name and personal information where soon on the first page of the newspaper all over town. The identity of the sender is thought to be Josh Nelson, for he seemed to have grown to believe that what Nicholas was doing was ethically and morally incorrect. The fact that Nicholas’s sister Amy could have sent the letter, in order to receive a hefty amount of money from the newspaper is also considered.

 Death

On November 4, 1958, Nicholas made his way to work as usual, to practice for his performance at night, for in order to earn a living he never stopped performing on stage, even when he was an onscreen actor. When he reached the bar, the manager immediately fired Nicholas, showing him the newspaper article that was the talk of the town.  Nicholas left immediately, was seen entering a taxi, and was considered missing until the night of his death. A neighbor reported to the police that she heard a gunshot at approximately 6 A.M, on March 23, 1959. The police investigated the apartment block that the gunshot was heard in, and found Nicholas dead inside one of the apartments, fallen in front of a large mirror in the bathroom. A single bullet was found lodged deep into his brain, and his head was so severely defaced from the impact that he would have remained unidentified if it wasn’t for the golden locket he never took off, which was considered Nikki’s trademark. A large closed casket funeral was held, where hundreds of fans made an appearance, including the infamous Marilyn Monroe.

Debate

Today, experts debate over the reasons for Nicholas’s behavior and sexual preferences. Many say that he was not in fact a homosexual, and that his choice of adopting cross dressing was clearly a rebellious act against the conservative and suppressing society he was raised in. Under the character of Nikki though, Nicholas was often seen flirting with men, but as Nicholas he seemed to be asexual. Anthropologist Desmond Morris released an article regarding this issue in 2000, stating that Nicholas was in fact heterosexual. This decision was made by an in depth analysis of Nicholas’s body language in his films, especially emphasizing the intimate scenes with males. He states that, “Nicholas seems to have never had homosexual ideologies, but simply an overwhelming love and fascination for the opposite sex, the female, leading him to try and live as one himself”. Until now though, there has not been proof that Nicholas has ever had any kind of relationship with any male, or female.   

See also

• Josh Nelson
• Nikki Nells filmography
• New York Times
• Desmond Morris

References

• Morris, Desmond (2000). An Autobiographical Study of Nikki Nells
• Fertin, George (1990). Nicholas Nelson.
• Deer, Sara (2002). The Man Behind the Woman.
• Richie, Lee (2004). Nicholas Nelson. www.richlee.com/nikki
• Walters, Henry (1994). Nikki Nells.
• Reed, Jane (2007). Nicholas Nelson and Nikki Nells. www.famousdrags.com/nicholas
• Jade, Martin (1996). The Girl, Nicholas. 

External links

• Nikki Nells Official Website
• www.nicholasnelson.com
• New York Times, November 4, 1958

VOODOO IN HAITI

VOODOO IN HAITI

Voodoo can perhaps be considered an almost dead faith, in comparison to the vast percentages of the population believing in the leading religions. When people think of Voodoo they automatically think of dark rituals, and negative habits. Despite all this though, Voodoo has managed to stay alive, especially in one place, where it is their main religion, Haiti.

Voodoo in Haiti originated from Voodoo in Africa. The religion began in Haiti when enslaved Central and Western Africans where brought to the United States. With time Voodoo began to hold a Catholic influence, partly because in order to maintain it, it was necessary for the believers to pretend their deities were Roman Catholic saints, since the practice of Voodoo was forbidden. This cultural diffusion on the Haitians’ behalf helped preserve a certain peace. Still, throughout history many attempts have been made to convert the Haitians to Christianity, but mostly in vain. Through secrecy, Voodoo has managed to stay alive.

Voodoo is quite similar to Christianity.  Vodouisants, or followers of Voodoo, believe that there is one God, named Bondje, whom, in similarity to Christianity, created the universe and all life on Earth.  Bondje is believed to be far away from the universe and to handle affairs on Earth, he turns to his ‘angels’ or ‘saints’ to carry out his demands. Vodouisants serve their spirits and treat them with the greatest care, as one would treat their elderly. It is said that there are twenty-one nations of spirits who come to Earth in families. There are no good or evil spirits but they are said to be ‘hot or cold’. Cool spirits are in the Rada family and hot spirits are in the Petwo family. Rada spirits originate from Africa and Petwo spirits are in Haiti and are more demanding and call for much more attention from that of the Rada. Everyone on Earth is said to have a spirit which “owns their head” and all the spirits live in a gigantic city under the sea.

There is no usual day to day routine that Vodouisants must go through. Voodoo practices involve going to a priest that will help you please your Iwa or call upon them for help. A priest and a sacrifice, usually an animal, is almost always required. To call upon your spirit, a priest will place you upon a chair and give a slight smack on the back of your head which makes the believer think that he has had a severe blow and falls to the ground and writhers manically until there is complete calmness. When there is calmness, it is clear that the spirit has taken control of the believer only for a matter of minutes. The person has not lost full control but is more of a vehicle in which the spirit is driving. The priest will then ask the possessed believer about what the believer was unhappy about. Sometimes, the process may involve violence depending how serious the matter of the problem. Scientists cannot figure out these ceremonies and believe that the shaking uncontrollably part may have something to do with a form of epilepsy.

There are several deities in Voodoo. The main one, the equivalent of Christianity’s God, is called Bondye. This belief that there is only one supreme God, makes Voodoo a monotheistic religion. There are other figures too though, more common, that each correspond to a Roman Catholic saint. These are called Loua. These are divided into families, which do not interact with one another.  The Loua can show their appearance in many ways, mainly through humans, or in dreams. People must try to please the Loua, to avoid misfortunes. Their appearance can be both positive, and negative, depending on the case.

 Many people of the Western World see Voodoo as a form of ‘Black Magic’ or, ways of doing things of the uncanny. Raising dead, curing sicknesses without scientific explanation are all included in the Haitian and African belief of Voodoo. Voodoo has played a specific part in Hollywood movies where Voodoo priests are evil and raise an undead army to defeat their foes. These are all satirical views towards Voodoo. Voodoo, in some aspects, help the Haitians get away from thinking about their poverty and illnesses.

Voodoo is still practiced in most Haitian households today. Unfortunately though, it is less sincere than in the past, with some people now using it to their advantage. Many pretend that they are healers, and deceive families, which pay them to cure a loved one, with no result. These individuals make considerable amounts of money unfairly earned. Also, in Haiti someone who is believed to have the power to heal in Voodoo, gains status and respect, and can often rise in society by cheating in this manner. Since many in Haiti are uneducated, this makes them vulnerable to such incidents, and alas such misleading persons are becoming increasingly common.

Bibliography: 

Haitian Vodou. (February 17, 2009). In Wikipedia The Free Encyclopedia Online.                        Retrieved February 19, 2009, from http://www.wikipedia.org/

Library of Congress, U.S. (n.d). Haitian Voodoo. Retrieved February 19, 2009, from            http://www.travelinghaiti.com/haitian_voodoo.asp

 Corbett, Bob. (March 1988). Introduction to Voodoo in Haiti. Retrieved February 19,             2009, from http://www.webster.edu/~corbetre/haiti/voodoo/overview.htm

Rock, Mike. (n.d). About Haitian Vodou- Haitian Voodoo History & Beliefs.                        Retrieved February 19, 2009, from             http://www.erzulies.com/site/articles/view/5

 (n.d). Voodoo in Practice. Retrieved February 19, 2009, from              http://altmed.creighton.edu/voodoo/Practice.htm

 (n.d). Voodoo. Retrieved February 19, 2009, from             http://www.evula.com/reports/voodoo.html

 (n.d). Retrieved February 19, 2009, from            http://www.voodoospiritualtemple.org/voodoospiritualtemplewhatisvoodoo.htm

 

A DIFFERENT PICTURE

On Friday, February 6th, our trip to Athens began. I woke up late, and rushed to make it to school in time before the bus left for the airport. Most of the students doing Greek in 9th, 10th, and 11th grade where expected to come.
As the airplane flew off the ground, I gazed into the distance, where the sun had begun to rise, admiring the colors it created, and down below, to the country we were leaving behind for a few days. As the fields and buildings grew smaller, I got increasingly tired, and wearily closed my eyes, falling asleep.

When I opened my eyes again we were heading towards the airport in Athens, and before long we had arrived. Soon after the landing, our tour of Athens begun. We travelled mostly by bus to see the first sites. Our tour guide pointed out significant places, and explained what happened. Around me the students where restless, excited, but I had been to Athens several times before, and wasn’t too exhilarated. I listened anyway, and learned some new things, about the Ancient Agora, Stoa of Attalos, Library of Hadrian, Theseion, and other monuments.

We couldn’t see everything by bus though, and continued the tour on foot. Our first stop was the Panathinaikon stadion. Most of us rushed to take pictures in front of it, but I took a small walk further and looked around.

Afterwards, we visited the Parthenon and Acropolis. It is a grand building, very Hellenistic looking, it’s like the Eiffel Tower of Greece. I’d seen it two or three times previously, and it didn’t seem so great this time, for it was cluttered with apparatus to help restore it and rebuild certain parts, so only half of it was visible.

As we walked a bit higher up the hill it is built on, we could see a beautiful view of Athens from above. It interesting to see truly how many buildings there were, and how different they all were. There was so much contrast between the kinds of buildings and areas. It showed that Athens really was a megalopolis, in contrast to our capital, Nicosia, where everything is small and homely in comparison.

As we proceeded to the hotel to rest, we entered shadier streets. This is where you could really see what Athens had turned into, for it is no longer a proud and golden city. There were burnt and abandoned buildings, homeless people, many immigrants, and lots of policemen too. Graffiti regarding the death of 15 year old Alexandros was everywhere. Even on the columns of a church I could see the remains of a scrubbed off anarchy logo. At night, when I looked carefully, I spotted people exchanging drugs, and others affected by them, suffering, or simply in another world. I didn’t feel so afraid, but simply sad at the state of all this. “I want to live”, is what the orange phrase reads.

At the hotel, we ate breakfast, slept, and rested, and yet our group managed to make the most noise and constantly receive complaints for our behavior and volume. This aggravated me, for the constant chattering of everyone was irritating, but at least the group was enjoying itself.

That night we visited the Attica mall, since being Cypriots we had to remain faithful to the powerful religion uniting millions of women all around the world, more commonly known as shopping. I’m not much of a shopping freak, but it did spread a smile on the others’ faces. We later on went to the Hard Rock Café to enjoy a flavorsome meal.

Not all distances were far enough to take a bus, so we travelled by metro as well. Since it is a cheap and efficient transportation system, most use it, and it was another reminder of all the differing people in Athens. A man entered the metro, and talked to the passengers about how hungry he was, and how he simply wanted a few coins to buy himself some food. I felt miserable, for being a spoiled private school kid, with not only enough money to eat, but enough to go to excursions in other countries such as this one. It made me remember how lucky I am and how thankful I should be as well.

To spoil all these moral issues, we visited another mall, ironically. It was a chance to walk around at our own pace, purchase things needed, or mostly just wanted basically, and buy gifts for the loved ones back at home.

Shopping wasn’t all that we did. We visited the archaeological museum, and looked at Greek history through the ages, mainly via pots and sculptures. It was interesting to see how art progressed through time in a different country.

Museums are always tiring, so afterwards we went on a long walk, up and down Lykabetus hill, in the midst of some lush greenery. The real treat was at the top, where we got another panoramic view of the city from a different angle and position. Sometimes things only look perfect from very far away.

Another relaxing walk was in a beautiful park, with different kinds of birds. It had many small paths, and wonderful shrubbery and trees. It’s the kind of place I wish we had more of back home.

An important building we visited was the Zappeion, where intellectuals or important people used to meet to discuss matters of substance. It was wonderful, classy, but not too elaborate. I loved to just gaze at it, the ceiling, the circle of pillars, the checkered floors, all reminding of a different era.

Lastly, we went to Monastiraki, the flea market. Everyone had a chance to get some last souvenirs to remember this trip, or simply look around and explore. Soon we would be back in Cyprus. I found this trip an interesting experience, and an important one, to leave the security of the bubble of luxury we are used to, and live in a slightly different world for a while.