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A conversation with my father: Giraffes and Elephants

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When I was a child I was fascinated by animals: the animals in the zoo, the cat in the street, TV documentaries about animals, my collection of 20 rubber toy animals.... One evening when I was 4 or 5, I was playing on the floor of the living room when a question came up in my mind and started nagging me. My father was in the room and, conveniently, could provide an...

Ireland weekend 1-4 May 2015. My nieces and nephews growing up.

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It was Dad’s 72nd birthday on the 2nd and since he was very excited to have come through his recent surgery so well, he wanted to have a big family get together. It was a lower key trip than normal. I wasn’t a “tourist” in my home country like I normally am. I was there to see my Dad and help out at home where needed. As usual I got to see a lot of my niec...

My memories of the communist party

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My first memories of the communist party were the poems I had learnt in kindergarten about it’s role in leading the people to prosperity and protecting them from the threat of capitalism and imperialism. These poems would usually wind up by saying how lucky we were to be born in a communist country. The party was a part of everybody’s life – one had to have the local party sec...

Seeing the Sea at the age of eight

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I was eight when I saw the sea for the very first time. I thought it was the most amazing thing - vast and smooth. I didn't care that it was just water. I was mesmerised by the whole concept of THE SEA, with all its romantic trappings and the symbolism of faraway journeys. Maybe it was the pirate stories and the Arabian Nights fairy tales that had fuelled my infatuation with the sea from my...

Life's little learnings

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At three I learned the alphabet. At five I learned to ride a bike. At six I learned to write (in big, ugly letters). Sometime around that time I learned to whistle - to the consternation of the birds and all the adults within reach. At 12 I learned that a dog to which you've just given a bone will bite you if you try to take his bone away. This was a prelude to find...