We once feared we would forget. Now we risk getting used to it…

We grew up with “I do not forget”: with our parents’ stories about the homes they left behind, with the photographs of the missing, with Kyrenia living in our collective memory as a place to which we would one day return. Only the decades passed. The refugees grew old; others…

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