Some places are full of the weight of stories. You can feel them weighing in the atmosphere. We’ve crossed through Dublin docklands on the bus from the airport. Grey skies, couples walking under umbrellas along the river. Buildings, red brick, all the same height. A city where so many good and so many bad things have happened. I try to think of where it…
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