The true rulers of the island are donkeys: both the four legged kind and the two legged kind that rule us.
I am originally from Latakia and I wish I could live in Cybrus, it seems like if Latakia with similar weather and terrains but with a decent municipal management or if it belonged to a decent government…..
your main streets are so neat and nice we look up to you
Yes one of two ethnicities of the island. Greeks and mufflons
I disagree.. The real ruler of Cyprus is KOURKOUTAS
I will tell you a story of wonder about when my great uncle tried to perform “kleftiko” on one of these monsters as he was starving for food.
he had been tracking it for 10 days and eventually cornered it to a location like this, they stared at each other and began wrestling for what seemed like an hour.
as they both got exhausted the monster looked like it had a second wind and charged the man ramming him off the cliff edge. the man at the last minute grabbing the beasts horns as they both tumbled down toward the ground.
both broken and smashed, limbs bent and organs leaking the goat mustered one final bout of strength to rise and stamp the mans skull into oblivion. to which the goat then limbered off into the foggy sunset as bolstering flute music played.
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İt is a he because it has horns.
The true rulers of the island are donkeys: both the four legged kind and the two legged kind that rule us.
I am originally from Latakia and I wish I could live in Cybrus, it seems like if Latakia with similar weather and terrains but with a decent municipal management or if it belonged to a decent government…..
your main streets are so neat and nice we look up to you
Yes one of two ethnicities of the island. Greeks and mufflons
I disagree.. The real ruler of Cyprus is KOURKOUTAS
I will tell you a story of wonder about when my great uncle tried to perform “kleftiko” on one of these monsters as he was starving for food.
he had been tracking it for 10 days and eventually cornered it to a location like this, they stared at each other and began wrestling for what seemed like an hour.
as they both got exhausted the monster looked like it had a second wind and charged the man ramming him off the cliff edge. the man at the last minute grabbing the beasts horns as they both tumbled down toward the ground.
both broken and smashed, limbs bent and organs leaking the goat mustered one final bout of strength to rise and stamp the mans skull into oblivion. to which the goat then limbered off into the foggy sunset as bolstering flute music played.
I’m more of a Karpazia Donkey Emperor follower.
Jk…