A welcome sign from young Cypriots

There is this office of a Limassol football club near my house and I often walk past it. The other day, as I crossed it with my son, there was this group of young Cypriot boys hanging around there as usual. It was a relatively quiet late evening when the silence of the street was broken by a fancy car whizzing past at break neck speed, even though its a small road with many by-lanes. I instinctively held my son’s hand tighter. 

Then I watched as this group of boys rose in unison and ran to the road, each one waving and shouting at the driver. The car screeched to a halt and the young driver reversed and came near them in that arrogance of youth and vanity of the automobile he was driving.  

The shouts that I heard were music to my ear, “Children walk around here” , “the road doesn’t belong to you”, “there are other people who use this road”, “there are people with bigger cars you know”…