Back in 1964, a colonial major-general is said to have drawn a green line on a map. Since then, this line has been turned into a war zone, a peacekeeping zone, a home, a field, a minefield, a place of observation, conservation and decay, a dead zone, a buffer zone.
It is an eerie place.
This is not about that line. It is about what surrounds it.
Its presence can be felt – in front of your eyes or in the back of your mind – even by its absence.
This is Cyprus.