Tassos and Solomos, you gave your lives for a country without borders, for the right to return to your parental homes and for the removal from Cyprus of the flag of oppression, of murder and brutality, the flag of division and occupation.
One year after your sacrifice, negotiations are being held (11-16 August) and efforts are being made NOT to fulfil your aspirations for a country without barbed wire, but for a settlement designed to legalise illegality – to reward the aggressor and punish the victim; to make permanent a regime created from invasion, ethnic cleansing and ethnic engineering; a settlement designed to destroy the religious and cultural identity of the Greek Cypriots making a mockery of human rights and civilised norms.
It is Lobby’s considered opinion that the dates for these negotiations were carefully and deliberately chosen to divert attention from your brutal murders and Turkey’s second devastating invasion of our country. The overwhelming majority of Greek Cypriots, however, will never forget.
We vow to RESIST such appeasement. Lobby for Cyprus and indeed all the Greek Cypriot refugees will continue the struggle for as long as it takes and until:-
ALL Turkish troops are removed from the Republic of Cyprus.
ALL Turkish colonists are repatriated to Turkey
ALL refugees are allowed to return to, and/or reclaim their stolen properties without pre-conditions, restrictions, or discrimination.
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Good News Week finale episode from the 23rd of November 2009; segments: 7 Things For The Bin, Finale Medley “Oh, My Stars”.
Part 8/12
Paul McDermott
Mikey Robbins
Cal Wilson
Tim Ferguson
Claire Hooper
Frank Woodley
Justin Hamilton
Cameron Bruce
Terepai Richmond
Tim Curnick
David McCormack
Naomi Radon
Elana Stone
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Lyrics:
I remember the songs you sang to me
When I was a babe in arms
Oh, my stars, oh, my stars
Will you navigate me home
We are princes and princesses
So our pauper fathers told us
As they carried us through darkened streets
With eyes sad as soldiers
To where no country and no colours and no borders
Can hurt us again
I remember the songs you sang to me
When I was a child in arms
Oh, my stars, oh, my stars
Will you guide me to my home
Are they your brothers and sisters?
Or someone’s sons and daughters?
Did they flee the Gods of war?
Did they place their faith in water
So no country and no colours and no borders
Could hurt them again
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
And the man in the moon
Sees the man on the ground collapse
And the man on the scene
Says to the boy in the jeans
“Keep it real, kid, just give us the facts”
“Keep it real, kid, just give us the facts”
“Keep it real, kid…”
I remember the songs you sang to me
At night when the seas were calm
Oh, my stars, oh, my stars
Please deliver me from harm
And the night sky’s inverted and
Reflected in the ocean
And the stars guide us through
Ever deep the darkness
To where no country and no colours and no borders
Will turn us away
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
And the man in the moon
Looks down and he turns his back
As the man in the coat
Says to the lost on the boat
“Keep it real, kid, just give us the facts”
“Keep it real, kid, just give us the facts”
“Keep it real, kid…”
I remember the songs you sang to me
When the lightening skies were calmed
Oh, my stars, oh, my stars
Please deliver me from harm
Oh, my stars, oh, my stars
Deliver me from harm
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Enjoy =3~
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Black Without Borders is an emotional story about hardship, sacrifice and great rewards. This film plunges into the lives of a group of African Americans who have come to South Africa to find the American dream. These expats have discovered that America is not the only land of opportunity. The boundaries that many of them faced in the United States dont exist in South Africa. Everyone knows about the deplorable conditions in parts of Africa, but this film captures the wonderful lifestyle South Africa has to offer. We follow these modern day globetrotters all over the country and tour their amazing homes. From an 11,000 sq ft. house that overlooks the Indian Ocean to a 35,000 sq ft. mansion that sits on 700 acres.
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My mother Anna Zsarnai, my father and I escaped from Hungary during the 1956 Revolution.
My parents worked on a Communist work farm approximately 200 kilometers from Budapest, the capital of Hungary. When the Russian tanks rolled into the capital, thousands of people were killed. The exodus began and many fled the country before the borders were closed. Many were caught and many more imprisoned. Friends and family members were turning each other in and no one could be trusted.
One cold November day in the middle of the night, 17 people took a chance and decided they would escape not just from the Communist work farm but from the country. When we left our one room home, my mother at the tender age of 20 with a 4 year old daughter, locked the front door, threw the house key over her shoulder and never looked back. My mother’s family had no idea that would be the last time they would see my mother and me.
We were hidden in a covered, horse drawn bread wagon. Women and children in the wagon, the men driving the wagon and one man scouting the road ahead on a motor cycle looking out for Russian tanks.
After two days of traveling the main roads, our motor cycle lookout came back with warnings of Russian tanks up ahead. The following 2 days we traveled on dirt farm roads with no idea which direction we were going in. The last town before the Austrian border, huge speakers blasted announcements “If anyone is caught housing or helping anyone escape the country they will be imprisoned for 10 years or even worse, shot.”
One of the local farmers risked his own life by helping us get to the Austrian border.
Unfortunately, the night before we arrived, the only bridge between communism and freedom was bombed and many lost their lives that night.
With the help of Austrian university students and the Red Cross, we crossed the icy waters of the Fertu by making a human chain in the freezing water and handing one person over at a time. When my mother handed me to the first man in the water, it was the first time she had let go of me since we had left the farm.
As refugees, we traveled from Austria to Italy to France and eventually to Canada, arriving in 1957. When we arrived, my mother kissed the ground.
In 2007, we celebrated our 50th anniversary of our arrival to Canada. As a gift, my mother gave my husband Bob and me a vacation back to my homeland. We wanted my mother to come along but the wounds were still deep, and she chose not to come.
As a gift back to my mother, Bob and I decided that we would try to find my mother’s only living sibling and the youngest in the family, my Uncle Zoli, with whom my mother had lost contact over 50 years ago.
Armed with a list of Zoltan Allagas from an online phone directory, we set off to Hungary, and in the second week of our visit, we located Uncle Zoli and his wife, Zsuzsa.
You can see a 59 second video clip of that meeting on the ‘Zoli’ page of our blog:
http://www.TogetherToTheTop.com
We brought back hundreds of pictures and that video clip, and my mother and her brother have been speaking on the phone and corresponding regularly ever since.
The awesome news is that Uncle Zoli and his wife arrived in Toronto on Monday, June 30, 2008 and my mother and her brother were reunited for the first time in 52 years.
I haven’t seen my mother this happy since she gave birth to my brother, Jim. I can’t imagine being without my brother for 52 years.
My mother was 20 when she last saw her 12 year old brother. Mother is now 72 and her brother is 64.
What a reunion it was!!
Three TV crews and a newspaper team covered the reunion at the Toronto airport. To see some of that coverage, please visit the Zoli page at
http://www.togethertothetop.com
We’ll be adding more video as we get it together, so please check back soon!
Zoli told his entire village that he was traveling to Canada at age 64 as a movie star!
To us, Canada Day is very special, and on July 1st every year we celebrate with lots of fanfare. This year was the most incredible Canada Day we have ever celebrated because for the first time in 52 years, my mother celebrated Canada Day with her brother, Zoli and his wife, Zsuzsa.
It was quite an emotional rollercoaster.
My uncle and aunt will be enjoying Canada for the next three months and our intent is to show them as much of Canada as we possibly can.
Thanks for sharing this wonderful moment with us.
Anna Bassett
PS You can see more of the story on our blog, Zoli page …
http://www.togethertothetop.com
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When VAMPIRES are BABIES its not a good thing for Jeremy, Haley, Erica and Jackson! Their road trip turns frightening when Jackson accidentally takes Jeremy’s laxatives, forcing their road trip to take a deadly turn to an abandoned farm in the country…see who comes out alive!…………………(All music is written, orchestrated and played by Jeremy Ray Borders)
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From filmmaker Stafford U. Bailey, who directed such critically acclaimed documentaries as A Laugh, A Tear; The Other Side of Victory; and The Black Road to Hollywood, comes BLACKS WITHOUT BORDERS an emotional story about hardship, sacrifice and great rewards. This film plunges into the lives of a group of African Americans who have come to South Africa to find the American dream. These ex-pats have discovered that America is not the only land of opportunity. The boundaries that many of them faced in the United States dont exist in South Africa. Everyone knows about the deplorable conditions in parts of Africa, but this film captures the wonderful lifestyle South Africa has to offer. We follow these modern day globetrotters all over the country and tour their amazing homes. From an 11,000 sq ft. house that overlooks the Indian Ocean to a 35,000 sq ft. mansion that sits on 700 acres. This film is funny, heartwarming and passionate. It will take you by surprise and leave you deeply moved.
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Immigrant Poverty in the United States
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And what country are you from?
I’m staying here in the U.S.
My mother Anna Zsarnai, my father and I escaped from Hungary during the 1956 Revolution.
My parents worked on a Communist work farm approximately 200 kilometers from Budapest, the capital of Hungary. When the Russian tanks rolled into the capital, thousands of people were killed. The exodus began and many fled the country before the borders were closed. Many were caught and many more imprisoned. Friends and family members were turning each other in and no one could be trusted.
One cold November day in the middle of the night, 17 people took a chance and decided they would escape not just from the Communist work farm but from the country. When we left our one room home, my mother at the tender age of 20 with a 4 year old daughter, locked the front door, threw the house key over her shoulder and never looked back. My mother’s family had no idea that would be the last time they would see my mother and me.
We were hidden in a covered, horse drawn bread wagon. Women and children in the wagon, the men driving the wagon and one man scouting the road ahead on a motor cycle looking out for Russian tanks.
After two days of traveling the main roads, our motor cycle lookout came back with warnings of Russian tanks up ahead. The following 2 days we traveled on dirt farm roads with no idea which direction we were going in. The last town before the Austrian border, huge speakers blasted announcements “If anyone is caught housing or helping anyone escape the country they will be imprisoned for 10 years or even worse, shot.”
One of the local farmers risked his own life by helping us get to the Austrian border.
Unfortunately, the night before we arrived, the only bridge between communism and freedom was bombed and many lost their lives that night.
With the help of Austrian university students and the Red Cross, we crossed the icy waters of the Fertu by making a human chain in the freezing water and handing one person over at a time. When my mother handed me to the first man in the water, it was the first time she had let go of me since we had left the farm.
As refugees, we traveled from Austria to Italy to France and eventually to Canada, arriving in 1957. When we arrived, my mother kissed the ground.
In 2007, we celebrated our 50th anniversary of our arrival to Canada. As a gift, my mother gave my husband Bob and me a vacation back to my homeland. We wanted my mother to come along but the wounds were still deep, and she chose not to come.
As a gift back to my mother, Bob and I decided that we would try to find my mother’s only living sibling and the youngest in the family, my Uncle Zoli, with whom my mother had lost contact over 50 years ago.
Armed with a list of Zoltan Allagas from an online phone directory, we set off to Hungary, and in the second week of our visit, we located Uncle Zoli and his wife, Zsuzsa.
You can see a 59 second video clip of that meeting on the ‘Zoli’ page of our blog:
http://www.TogetherToTheTop.com
We brought back hundreds of pictures and that video clip, and my mother and her brother have been speaking on the phone and corresponding regularly ever since.
The awesome news is that Uncle Zoli and his wife arrived in Toronto on Monday, June 30, 2008 and my mother and her brother were reunited for the first time in 52 years.
I haven’t seen my mother this happy since she gave birth to my brother, Jim. I can’t imagine being without my brother for 52 years.
My mother was 20 when she last saw her 12 year old brother. Mother is now 72 and her brother is 64.
What a reunion it was!!
Three TV crews and a newspaper team covered the reunion at the Toronto airport. To see some of that coverage, please visit the Zoli page at
http://www.togethertothetop.com
We’ll be adding more video as we get it together, so please check back soon!
Zoli told his entire village that he was traveling to Canada at age 64 as a movie star!
To us, Canada Day is very special, and on July 1st every year we celebrate with lots of fanfare. This year was the most incredible Canada Day we have ever celebrated because for the first time in 52 years, my mother celebrated Canada Day with her brother, Zoli and his wife, Zsuzsa.
It was quite an emotional rollercoaster.
My uncle and aunt will be enjoying Canada for the next three months and our intent is to show them as much of Canada as we possibly can.
You can also see coverage at
http://www.canada.com/globaltv/national/video/index.html
Then click on Global National Stories and scroll to family reunited
http://canwest.a.mms.mavenapps.net/mms/rt/1/site/canwest-globalontario-pub01-live/current/launch.html?maven_playerId=globalonstories&maven_referralObject=1946239 Canada Day
Thanks for sharing this wonderful moment with us.
Anna Bassett
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Country hicks “Jeremy Ray” & sister “Suzie May” get scouted by YOUTUBE to do a BIG TIME AXEdent Body Spray commercial in Hollywood…just WATCH and see how they do at their first commercial…its hilarious!
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