Quoting sophie: This is part of an article that was published in a popular Greek newsparer. It's a representative sample of how Greek people are seeing Turks, through the years.
It took me hours to translate and maybe you will find typos in it, but it's really worth reading.
My neighbour the Turk. My neighbour the Greek.
by Theodoros Gregoriadis
The Turkish disease deplores me for about forty years now, having passed from a lot of phases and fluctuations. With recessions and elations just like the planned in advance provocative episodes.
I was a child and between the first words that I learned at the refugees’ quarter I was living in, I was distinguishing the heaviest and unknown phrases. I heard my grandparents communicating better in Turkish while my dad was also entering the discussion. It was not the memory of the Turkish language, that my grandparents maintained, forty years after their immigration. For them it was a bilingual experience. No grievous memory could prevent the Turkish-speaking dimension of their life.
In the meantime I was learning English and German from a schoolteacher that was coming to my village. In the beginning of my puberty I was laughing at the Turkish films that were played in the local cinema while, next to me people were crying with sobs, not only the refugees of my village but also the deeply rooted locals to which I owed the second version of my origin. In the school I learned how great enemies the Turks were and in the ruins of the old houses I was playing “war†against the soldiers with the red 'fez'.
By the end of the 70s Turkey was for me the country of the missing people, like those 'missing' ones that their mothers were searching for, with their photos in their hands. I was studying English literature, the invasion in Cyprus was a fact when the western culture invaded from everywhere in the student apartment of Selanik. No time for people from other religions!
Later came the army. The navy, to be accurate. And the naval forces in contrary to the landish, have as a reason of existence only to defend the country from the “hostile†neighbour. We watched the 'Sismik' and the 'Hora'. We, like them, went in and out in territorial and not territorial waters – a little difficult to engrave borders above the wavy sea! Some moment we found each other so close, that we greeted with a Turk sailor.'Could he be my enemy' I wondered. 'He is a threat to me? Should I exterminate this kid that looks so much like me? '
There was something in that scenario I didn’t like then. Something absurd and false blew as a “meltemâ€.Some others were deciding us to become enemies with those people next to us, like today, some others today are pre-deciding for our friendship. However, no matter how many policies are engraved, how many plans are worked out, nothing can substitute the human factor. That sailor in the 'hostile' deck, that smiled even though his smile could not be distinguished. I saw it wide. The conferences and the reasons go and come as waves and storms sometimes. The humans however constitute their constant values because the sentiments cannot be marked on a map, only in their souls.
After my military service I happened to meet the 'hostile tradition' from within. Appointed a professor in the area of Evros river. I began to travel in the East.
First stop Adrianoupoli (Edirne) that I could see before from my balcony in Orestias. I slipped in the bazars, in the hamams, in the delicious restaurants, I met all sorts of people, students, workers, people from “this†and “the other†side of Evros river’s bank. The lost east sprang up in the fairy tales of the 80s, a little anarchic, a choppy fellow, also dizzy with what it should have to face in the 'modernised' years to come. Holidays in Istanbul, in Izmir and in Ayvalik, back and forth from our islands to the Asia minor’s beaches. Friends, parties, companies, meetings friendly or romantic.
Later the fanatic hysterias began, the bombs and the terrorism. My European selfishness protested. I got stubborn. I had the impression that they were betraying me for one more time. I withdrew with a dizzy speed from the EuroAsian coasts, sunk in the European vision, but each time I was visiting the European countries I felt like wandering in a inanimate museum. Something was absent there and it was making me ache.
It was the forgotten East, the guilt of denying our other self, the nocturnal emission of the Orthodox subconscious, the minaret that was raised threateningly above the clubbing labyrinth of the European big cities.
A little later I was drifted by another attribute which they also tried to implant to our brains, just when we discovered our alleged European self: the Balkan.
The Balkan “virus†took an epidemic form in the 90s. Finally I got tired of the violence and the inability to reach an agreement of the Balkan states as well as the sneaky attitude of the West. Deplored between Balkans and East I began to turn again towards the second. As if it was concerning me more. Was it more Mediterranean? Was it the sea? The fate of genes? Whatever it was, I do not believe that exists any relationship in this world, more passionate and sick between two cultures and religions. Two nations and two continents.
The earthquakes mobilised all those who did not have memories and genes of the East. The conflicts in the depths of the ground brought up new consciences. We, the polluted of East, got frightened again. Wondering: “will the rest of the Greek world understand us now?†Because, I insist, the question of approach is a verbal question. For as long as visas, fake passports, arming expenses, parades, conferences, pacts of friendship and bisector lines exist, the people will be prevented to communicate. Let people meet each other freely and then you will see.
Basically, now, each of the two countries, walks in it’s own road, calmly and civilized. I wish today’s single roads will turn into double-direction ones. To the East and to the West even if they are cut somewhere in the snobbish and catechistical Europe.I believe that with some European “pollution†Turkey will review it’s old and new self. Frightened and thinking some deeper, maybe it will bend with comprehension on this small neighbour country that hurried so much to change direction once…
The opening to the world, the globalisation, perhaps will force all of us to see our genuine priorities and the real loves. And that we are not alone. Till then, however, the “dert†will be continued. Offfff beeee!
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i thought this site was for turkish learners!! 
but now it s already been part 10000 i wonder when it will be end 
maybe coz of the sexy girls in the video 
I liked Russian song (the guy was pretty)
also I liked Netherlands and Ukraina 
I have to pretend that I m working...every now and then! 