Peace in Cyprus, has the opportunity to show the world that there is another way. We don't always have to point fingers and seek out a scapegoat. Even where there is little hope, and after 42 years, many Cypriots had lost hope, with determination and drive, anything is possible. I wish the leaders and those involved in the final stages of these peace talks endless luck. If they are successful, it will not only mean a great deal to my family and fellow Cypriots, it will also mean a lot to a world that at times feels like it has lost all hope.
It's clear that Greece can't deal with tens of thousands of people alone. Every country has to step in and share responsibility, including the UK. The pressure is growing - our leaders need to welcome more people and help families to stay together. Barzani, Yazan, Jamila and others in a similar position deserve a decent life beyond a 'refugee' camp. I hope they get the chance to enjoy the life they should.
Theresa May talked about the importance of a global response to the refugee crisis but she did not offer any more resettlement opportunities and of course, the UK is playing no part in this emergency programme to relocate refugees from Greece... I saw too much suffering in Greece and this pain shatters my heart. I do not like to be angry but I am full of anger and I am disgusted by this terrible indifference. The people I met last week were full of warmth, compassion and dignity, despite their despair and exhaustion, and they deserve so much more.
Outside the clinic, bleaching beneath the Greek sun, there are rows of tents; accommodation for almost two thousand people. Refugees from Syria, Iraq, and Afghanistan have lived under these canvases for months already. They have been stranded after Europe closed its borders and the EU devised a controversial and morally compromising plan to return refugees to Turkey. There are more than fifty camps like this in Greece, for tens of thousands of refugees. In this camp, like most others, roughly a third of the inhabitants are children, and many are unaccompanied by family.
On our last night, we ditched the sports bras, dusted off the glad rags and treated ourselves to a farewell meal in the old town. It was the perfect ending to the trip - even the part where we ended up in the nightclub, Toy Room. It was so nice to spend the trip surrounded by such lovely people and leave with new friends.
I'm not going to claim we're out of the woods yet; there's a long way to go till the fruits of independence are laid bare. For starters, we're certainly not going to be spending that phantom £350million anytime soon (if it even proves to exist). But seeing people write off a historic opportunity on the basis of one day's events is absolutely crackers.
The only thing certain about the refugee crisis in Idomeni, Greece is you never know what is going to happen next. Idomeni was the first official land border crossing for Afghani, Iraqi and Syrian refugees traveling from the Greek islands to Northern Europe. And after two months of working in Idomeni everyday (bar one) I thought I understood the situation. Nothing however prepared me for the crisis that unfolded next.