I moved to Cyprus 10 years ago. None of the locals lost their happiness, but also did not encounter hostility in their address. On the other day, families with colleagues went for a picnic (equipped platform: tables, barracks, urns). One Bulgarian woman complained that she was tired of racism, that she was being humiliated at every step and "must be cast into civilized Scotland." I picked up the bag that she threw out of the car, picked up the bowl of coke that her son threw, and gathered a pack of garbage at the end of the picnic. Scotland hold on!