A slice of history left to crumble
By Patrick Dewhurst Published on November 13, 2011
THE FIRST THING you should know about the Armenian monastery of Sourp Magar
is that it exists.
This is an important point, because if you look at virtually any `TRNC’
map, or ask the locals in the north where it is, you might come away
thinking otherwise – and be tempted to return home after a long and
fruitless search.
Its existence is also important is because, through woeful neglect by the
`authorities’ in the north, this 1,000-year-old treasure and sacred
pilgrimage site could soon fall into rubble and succumb to nature, vandals
and the swathes of litter and used toilet paper that mar the area.
It is already half way there, as I found out when I visited last month.
Nestled deep in the Plataniotissa forest, 10 minutes drive beyond the
Pendadactylos range, Sourp Magar is thought to have been founded by Coptic
Christians in memory of Saint Makarios the Hermit of Alexandria in around
1,000 AD.
By 1425 it came into the ownership of the Armenian Church, becoming a
popular pilgrimage site and retreat for those en route to the Holy Land,
and by the time the Ottomans arrived it had taken on the name `Blue
Monastery’ after the colour of its wooden shutters.
Back then, pilgrims would have trudged through nearly 8,500 donums of
monastery owned olives groves from sea level to an altitude of 530m.
Its last use as a working monastery is thought to be around 1800, after
which it fell into a variety of alternate uses, including a school, a safe
house for Armenian refugees fleeing Ottoman massacres in the 1890s, a
summer camp for scouts and then, after the 1974 invasion, a mess for
invading Turkish officers and refuge for settlers.
Were any ancient Armenians to make the long hike today, however, they would
be surely be horrified by what it has become.
Instead of maintaining the site, locals have made several attempts to turn
it into a hotel – in 1998, 1999 and 2006 (each time caving in to pressure
to stop by Republics of Cyprus and Armenia, the Catholicosate, the Vatican
and the European Council) and it is now dilapidated ruin: unattended,
unmaintained and open to vandals.
A few traces remain of these commercial efforts; a rickety picnic bench
within the cloister, a basic kitchen in one room, visible through an open
window, and an incongruous satellite dish on perhaps the last bit of sound
roof.
An `out of order’ sign hangs aptly on a broken toilet door and a bin full
of rubbish, shamelessly dumped outside the main entrance are the only other
signs that this place has been visited recently.
Wandering around the rest of the ruin is a haunting experience. Where at
one time monks would stroll of the cloisters, only weeds grow. The stone
paths feel unstable and every wall seems cracked and on the verge of
collapse. I catch myself holding my breath as I pass under Gothic archways,
hoping my footsteps don’t cause the ancient keystones to collapse.
I’m especially wary as I enter the tumbledown chapel, on the north side of
the site. Its ornate tile flooring is still intact, but the room is bare,
the font smashed and Turkish (and curiously PKK) graffiti daubs the
whitewashed walls. The vestibule’s roof has gone, giving way to creeping
plants and weeds.
Aside from the church, only two other features confirm I am even in the
right place – they are two placards, written in Armenian script. The first
is intact – most probably because it is set high out of reach of vandals
and dated 1933.
Its tragically hopeful inscription, in Armenian script, reads: `Hail to you
hill, temple of nature, allow your heap obelisk to be a reminiscence that
preserves your novice name from century to century, long live the radiant
great Mekhitar.’
The second placard -within the monastery walls – has been less fortunate,
and has had mysteriously had the date of its placement scrubbed off.
In its heyday, this would certainly have been a highpoint on any pilgrim’s
journey, but today it is has a post apocalyptic feel, and its demise
another stain on Turkey’s legacy.
Yet there is a glimmer of hope that the building could be restored – if not
to a working retreat – then at least to safety- if funding is found.
While now might not be a good time to obtain funding, similar restoration
projects have taken place in Cyprus recently. For example, in 2009 the UNDP
began a =802.6 million project to restore the Armenian Church and Monastery
in northern Nicosia.
Asked about funding, Armenian community leader Vartkes Mahdessian said:
`There is no funding for Sourp Magar monastery because it is outside of our
parameters, and in our thinking, the church in Nicosia was more of an
inter-communal place.’
The Armenian community has reached out to `authorities’ in the north in the
past, but, as Mahdessian says, funding was the key issue: `We tried but
they didn’t have the money. There is virtually nothing left there and the
problem we now face is how to maintain what is left.’
This has not stopped local Armenians from resuming their pilgrimages,
however, and in 2007 Mahdessian began organising annual trips on the first
Sunday of May each year.
If you do decide to visit, there are a few more things you should know, the
most important probably being how to get there. When I went two weeks ago,
a no-doubt well meaning local told me it was near the Buffavento castle.
Ignore anyone who tells you this, but do follow their directions as far as
the Pendadactylos range. If you are approaching from the Nicosia (south)
side of the range, turn right at the pass, before the Buffavento
restaurant.
This will put you on a narrow road that weaves past the Pendadactylos and
through the Plataniotissa forest, which incidentally has several well
marked and beautiful hiking trails starting at several points along the
road.
After about ten minutes you should come to a clearing where you might spot
a faded sign saying `Ermeni Monastiri’ and you have arrived… well nearly.
To the north west, a tarmac road leads down the hill to the monastery.
This is now often closed to cars, in which case you will have to complete
the pilgrimage in the traditional way, and follow the road down the hill on
foot for around 20 minutes.
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