2)BANDABULIYA
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Although one might be alone, one could never feel lonely in Famagusta. Women mounted on donkeys rode past me; men squatted in front of cafes; all had worn faces lit by innocent smiles that bore a lightness, which, as I imagined, sprung from this: nothing linked them to the world outside of the island. They approached me eagerly, always talking, as often as not trying to sell me something. Day after day, I found myself purchasing a jasmine necklace from a lovely flower seller or some mini pastries from a dark-skinned seller who carried a tower of bread on his head. Elderly people drank coffees outside their shops in passages; carpenters, saddlers, cobblers, butchers and all kind of craftsmen, all seemed to be waiting for me, their prize customer.
