CYPRUS Death at High Noon One sunny morning last week, a Land-Rover carrying seven Greek Cypriots bounced up the road to the tiny village of Ayios Sozomenos. Though only twelve miles distant from the capital city of Nicosia, the village is centuries away in time. To reach it, one travels four miles along a rutted road off the main asphalt highway and then some two miles over goat trails before the cluster of tile-roofed houses is dis covered crowded between a dry watercourse and a steep mesa of grey rock.
The Greeks say...
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