petraherz
Governor
Cyprus August 1974. Zoe was the last Christian which fled a deserted village of Northern Cyprus, terrified. The conquerors were hot on her heels. They already reached the house of her lover, a lower military leader. She didn´t know that he was still there. Because he didn´t want to convert to Islam, he was impaled in front of his house. His screams showed her still miles away where to find him. But her feet were frightened with terror and sadness. The Horde of Turks reached her and she was lucky not raped to death immediately. They ripped her clothes off and nailed her to the nearest waypoint cross that could be found. There, high and gorgeous, she showed everyone her flawless body. In front of her eyes, her panties and bra were pint on spears in triumph and the men tearing at her clothes, which had now become useless. Then they moved on and left her alone with her pain and fate. Day-long undescribed massacres on both sides raged before a deadlock was announced. To our days, not all crimes are known and atoned for. No one knows if she was rescued from her cross from her back coming people days after.
