After a while I decided to tell him who I was. Without missing a step in his Wellington boots or looking round, he said only “Ah ken that.” This was an unexpected response that forced me to look back hard to see if I could ever remember meeting an older me. I couldn’t.
In a city like Dublin, even in the aftermath of the implosion of a property bubble, space is at a premium, and personal space is something of an illusion when most of what we have is shared in various types of social community. The result is that quite often we feel besieged by the demands … Continue reading When the Walls are Breached