© Sarah Malian 2009
‘I just want to forget,’ says 28 year old Azad, one of the men who arrived in Cyprus in 1998. ‘Our home was burnt by the PKK because we wouldn’t join them, we nearly died at sea, I was put in prison by the British for two years, and now I work without papers 10 hours a day as a carpenter and construction worker. I was good at school, you know. I wanted to be a doctor. My life is finished. I was a teenager when I arrived, I’m nearly thirty now and I have nothing.’
