I absolutely admire the art of the female busts excavated at Arsos, adorned with exquisite necklaces, and I was in awe when I finally visited the area and stood there for a while. Flat fields of wheat and pens with sheep and goats. These pens always alter the landscape with the uncomfortable energy of the huddled animals, the smell, the thousands of fl ies, but so be it. Outside the village, a pyramidal hill stands resembling the profile of a face, looking towards Troodos, to the west. This hill can be seen from afar, and from Melousia I could see it as if it were near. Further away, Pentadaktylos.
