“Of the thousand of lines he had come across, there was one that had stayed with him. "Someday this pain will be useful to you." I hoped he was right. And that one day, not too far in the future, all this pain would be useful to future generations born on the island, to the grandchildren of those who had lived through the troubles. If you go to Cyprus today, you can still find tombstones of Greek widows and Turkish widows, engraved in different alphabets but with a similar plea: "If you find my husband, please bury him next to me.”