DAY 58: Empty Promises

I’ve been feeling slightly hypocritical this morning.  I spent most of last night addressing my frustration through my blog, inheriting a bout of self-pity as the Cypriot politicians continued into the early hours (on television), arguing hysterically.

I’m beginning to feel irritated myself; it seems that every hour, during the course of the day, another legislation or plan is revealed, encouraging the government to delve deeper into our pockets. The proposed thirty percent haircut is on the table; rumour has it that the amount could be extended by a further ten percent.

My world these days is besieged by a stream of empty promises.  The proposed “opening date” for banks in Cyprus has been postponed, yet again.  Capital restrictions are enforced, echoing the rationing system of a post-World War 2 Europe.

My hometown is overwhelmed by a low-lying dark cloud; there’s another storm brewing – I can sense it.  Three days ago, Cyprus was hit by a destructive whirlwind, causing severe damage to shop fronts and properties; the locals dubbing this freak of nature as “the wrath of God.”

As for my own hypocrisy, I feel the need to confess my excessive eating rituals over the weekend.  The stress surrounding the current economic crisis in Europe has converted me into a food junkie.  Every free moment is absorbed by my craving to satisfy the cries of The Three Tenors occupying my monstrous belly; I am constantly fooling myself with empty promises of a renewed attempt to dieting.

If only we had the power to rewind the clock, avoiding the path of self-destruction. 

Weight for me tomorrow. Paul

Paul Lambis is the author of “Where is Home?” – A journey of hilarious contrasts.  For more information on Paul Lambis, and to order his book online,
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