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AP Essay: My Cyprus, changed forever

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NEW YORK (AP) — Nicosia, Cyprus, 1973: Riding with my parents and two elder siblings in a taxi, the kind of large Mercedes favored in the Middle East. The driver gestures to an alley where you can just make out people behind barricades. "Turks," he spits derisively. We keep quiet. We hadn't been brought up to think of any people that way. Later that day, my father tells us that things don't...

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