OH COUNTRY, MY COUNTRY

Oh country, my country, once born in your troubled times and raised by the banks where your Liffey lies, I followed the paths of generations moved on to see what they’d built, to see where they’d gone, but returned to a home now seriously lacking a nation of consumers complaining and attacking. Where are your […]

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Monastir, Tunisia

At the Rising Sun …Shandy shades of dust speckle the ground and gallant tones of green dot the landscape from which the scent of olives ooze, before mixing with the aromas of musk, distant Morocco and the comical smell of buring tires. At dusk, I was driven by a blind taxi driver- judging by his […]

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