Just two minutes in Cyprus…

On this island, waiting is a condition of life. It’s an island shaped by languid heat, relaxed conversation, and a slower way of life. And you learn to accept it: ‘This is Cyprus, siga siga,’ you shrug.
That doesn’t mean, of course, that nothing ever happens. It does – just at a different pace…

Cyprus isn’t a place where things happen quickly, is it?

There’s your online order permanently delayed by customs. The 3pm doctor’s appointment that starts at five. The title deeds that have, somehow, never manifested.