Remember being 15 in Cyprus?
Long days on Makronissos or Konnos; straight into an evening of clubbing and pubbing (yes, we did everything younger back then!). Rolling home at 4am after a yeros.
We were alive. The island was alive. Cyprus was ours!
Of course, as teenagers, we had worries, too. All the usual stuff: am I too much, too little, too loud, too quiet? Am I enough?
But then
