Monday, April 10, 2017
“Missing persons – the tragedy of Cyprus...”
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Ertanch Hidayettin, one of our good readers and friends who has been a community activist in London remembers "Uncle Pasha" who had gone "missing" when he was still a kid… In T-VINE as well as in Kibris Postasi, he devotes his article to him, entitled "Missing persons – the tragedy of Cyprus…"
I want to share with you this touching article of Ertanch Hidayettin. On the 27th February 2017, he wrote about "Uncle Pasha" in T-VINE:
"He was a giant of a man. Our gentle giant. "Uncle Pasha," we called him.
"Huriye, let us take the children for a ride. Gather them round," he would call out to Auntie Huriye, his wife. We would jump in his shiny black Dodge he had recently purchased with screams of delight.
I remember he once took us to the adventure playground we called 'Chukulalar' in the Greek Cypriot sector. It was our first time in this delightful place. I still remember and savour this night. Even though the Ferris wheel made me nearly pass out with fright, I immensely enjoyed every second of it.
Sometimes, in convoys of cars, most of the street would go to the seaside in Kyrenia. Karakiz or 6.5 Miles Beach were our favourites. Uncle Pasha's huge Dodge always lead the processions.
We loved our Uncle Pasha. He loved us children back.
One day when we woke up, he was nowhere to be seen. "Where is Uncle Pasha?" we asked.
No one would answer us at first. Then they said, "He went to his village. He will be back soon."
Days went by. He did not come back. Then the adults said he is "missing". How could that be? How could a grown-up be missing? How could no one know where he was?
Auntie Huriye, who was not a talkative person at the best of times, withdrew into herself even more. My recollection of her was as someone always sobbing, always staring into space with an empty expression. She would sit next to the huge front door, her watery eyes fixed on the junction. Any time now, the black car would turn from Abdi Chavush Street into ours, and park in its customary space…We missed our generous uncle. We would secretly, selfishly long for those times we rode in the Dodge.
We never saw Uncle Pasha again.
We grew up. Spread all over the world. Tragically, Auntie Huriye's life ended without her ever knowing the fate of her husband. Perhaps her heart gave up with the unfathomable sorrow she felt for his absence.
I once again recalled Uncle Pasha when I read an article in Sevgul Uludag's column. "Four experts working at the Cyprus Missing Persons' Committee found their grandfathers' remains during identification work," the headlines screamed. I wondered how the four experts felt. What a grim, stressful situation it must have been for them. Who knows, they might have felt somewhat relieved at those discoveries. Years of waiting were at an end.
Closure. How annoyingly meaningless this word must mean to the loved ones of "missing persons". How can this pain ever close?
We say to our nearest and dearest, who are in very distressful situation: "I know how you feel". I don't think anyone who has not suffered the fate of families of "missing persons" would ever be able to understand how they feel. It is just not possible.
"Missing persons" is one of the most tragic aspects of the Cyprus Issue. In other parts of the island, little Androullas, Andreases, and Elenis must have asked similar questions: "Where is my dad, brother, Uncle Vassos, Aunty Maria?"
I feel a deep sense of gratitude to the members of the bi-communal Committee of Missing Persons (CMP) and "Together We Can" group, as well as others who work in this field. They, and especially those at the front line of excavating and identifying the remains of missing persons, have enabled dozens of families to give their loved ones a proper burial and to finally grieve. They are the heroes of Cyprus. Sevgul Uludag is one of the leading characters among these heroes.
Last summer, Sevgul was invited to London by the Komikebir Association. She did a very emotional power-point presentation on "missing persons". There wasn't a dry eye in the tired old hall of the Cypriot Association. She was presented with "Thank You" certificates and an award. She deserves the Nobel Peace Prize.
That night I cried once more for Uncle Pasha, as well as for all the "missing persons" of Cyprus and their long- suffering families. Like others in the hall, I cursed those who inflicted this suffering on Cypriots.
Those who have any knowledge of the "missing persons" and are keeping quiet are just as guilty. Damn them too…"
(T-VINE columnist Ertanch Hidayettin is a Turkish Cypriot of African heritage who came to the UK in 1970. A qualified teacher he chose to pursue a career in local government, working for local authorities in a variety of posts including as an Equality Officer for Islington Council, before retiring in 2007. Since then he has worked with the National Resource Centre for Supplementary Education (NRCSE). He is a community activist and a commentator in Turkish and Cypriot media.)
Photo: The funeral of 1963 "missing" Ramadan Ahmet... Photo: Gundem Kıbrıs.
(*) Article published in the POLITIS newspaper on the 9th of April 2017, Sunday.