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28 years since the murder of Solomos. He left with a cigarette in his mouth and his head held high

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    28 χ ριαπδοφοωμο γ ε το κο ;εφàλι ψηλà

    They called him crazy. And what hero wasn't “crazy” &#8211? 28 years since the murder of Solomos

    By Manolis Kalatzis

    They called him crazy. And what hero wasn't “crazy”.

    What logic can push a 26-year-old into a mast while being pointed at by dozens of guns? Solomon Solomon, on August 14, 1996, after the funeral of Tasos Isaac, closed his ears to the voices for self-restraint and “reason”. He took two puffs from his cigarette and left.

    “Get back you moron…” was the voice that tried to bring him to his senses. He didn't hear her or rather ignored her. The last moments of his short life froze Cyprus that was glued to the televisions watching “live” the demonstration at the Deryneia roadblock. The same image froze the entire world and has been haunting us all ever since. Why? The answer could only be given by Solakis himself, but he preferred to take it with him.

    In the cold

    But answers could be given by those who took a human life to confirm a story of barbarism. As elementary school students, they blame their “achievement” on each other and do not dare to ask for an apology. But who will forgive them?

    Kenan Akin, a settler, former “Minister of Agriculture” of the Denktash regime, pulled the trigger marking the “leventia” that he himself never had. He may have hit Solomos with one of the bullets, but he didn't manage to get out of the pack of subhumans. Solomou fell dead under the flag of occupation and in an instant became for some a symbol and for others a personification of irresponsibility.
    Nothing has changed since then. Occupation remains occupation, settlers, settlers, the missing, although they have dwindled, they remain missing.

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<p><strong>I found him at the morgue</strong></p>
<p>Solomos was one of the 8 children of Spyros Solomos. There was no indication until August 14, 1996 that he would seek to become a target in a barbarity firing range. He worked, played and dreamed. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing original. Spyros Solomou whom we met a few years ago remembered: “That day I was working at the restaurant in Paralimni. We had the TV on and were watching the event. For a moment, while serving a table, I saw a scene of someone falling from the web, but I didn't pay attention because I couldn't understand.<br />After a few minutes, my son-in-law called me and told me to go to the Hospital. By the time I got to the hospital, everyone had heard about it on TV. I found him at the morgue. The day before, we were together in the restaurant and we talked about what had happened with the murder of Tasos two days ago and he told me that he was not going to go to the demonstration again, because he was afraid of the incidents. He didn't tell me the truth”.</p>
<p><strong>With a cigarette</strong></p>
<p>On August 14, the small town of Paralimni, buried Tasso Isaac and everyone was there. The Government, the Archbishop, the military leadership and the usual mourners gathered together.</p>
<p>Thousands of people lifted the coffin with the Greek flag and said their last goodbyes. But they were supposed to meet again in the same place in two days. One would be missing… The Salmon Salmon.</p>
<p>After Tasos Isaac's funeral, anger overflowed. A few hundred young people headed to the Deryneia barricade to leave a few flowers at the place where he was murdered. The refusal of the Cyprus Police and the UN peacekeeping force soured the spirits and started conflicts that eventually led thousands of young people to the roadblock again. The cordons of the Police and peacekeepers again could not contain the youthful passion. The dead zone was flooded with protesters but this time there would be no “Grey Wolves”. The first shots were fired and 2-3 fell. One would expect the crowd to disperse. They collected the wounded and continued to advance towards the Turkish outpost. And more shots.</p>
<p>Two peacekeepers are writhing in pain on the ground.</p>
<p>And in the anabumbula, Solakis asks for a cigarette. “I'm going to take down the cloth,” he says to the man who opened the package, giving him the last cigarette.<br />“Where are you going you moron. Come back. They will throw it at you.'' The voices did not reach him. With two strides he passed the railing and began to climb the mast of the Turkish flag. He didn't even get halfway up. Three shots spell the epilogue to a short life. Solomon, drowning in blood, slides into the web and hugs the ground.<br /> The bullets continue to whistle, injuring 11 people.</p>
<p>Barba Spiros, father of Solakis, was watching TV in his tavern. When his lad was hit he was in the kitchen. His guards brought him a few minutes later.<br /> “They hit your son…”. Since then silence.</p>
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