Cyprus [antikvár]

'I : Ii V , I : f. ^ ; . I .i will sing of Beautiful Apfirodite, goddess venerated as sovereign on the mountains of Cyprus, lephgr's moist keath drove her towards the marine isle, the sea waves carried heron the soft spume with tumultuous sound.">iSffiSJ4KHomerr1he island of Cyprus lies at a crucial point in the IVlediterranean, between Europe, Asia and Africa. It is for this reason that over the centuries it has always been claimed and invaded by nations of all types, eager to govern this fertile, sunny and bountiful island. How can we blame them ? Where else in the world can we find such clear and transparent water, sunny beaches and hidden bays, bright green forest scented with resin, wild and inaccessible mountain ranges, picturesque and remote villages, all contained in a space that seems so narrow yet boundless when seen from the sky, and above all in such a strategic point in the IVlediterranean?The outcome of such and so many "incursions" to the island is fascinating.Some came and built temples to their gods, others came and built castles for their kings, or splendid basilicas, later transformed into churches and later still into mosques. There is no other place in the world with so many archaeological sites that continuously yield in-numerable finds and objects into archaeologists' hands. Each tells its own story, a fragment of life re-emerging from the past to teach something about the future.Cyprus prompts us to discover itself and can grant surprises in every corner : maybe the recurrence of the birth of Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, that according to myth was born from the spume of this crystalline sea. It is true that the ii I \Shiwluir;'