It is a tiny place to be fair. People into the same things have a good chance of bumping into each other.
Fucking hell, that's insane!All my Dad’s extended family are Belfast to the core, the Ardoyne mostly. He left for Glasgow early 60’s but the two cities have deep ties (Dal Riata, ship building etc). Aunts and an uncle, cousins who live all over these days, another diaspora. They pretty much all have ptsd at different levels. My uncle got blown up by provos for attempting to run a non-denominational football team, but they hit the wrong car and killed his best mate. Got his hearing blown to fuck, loads of surgeries. That was 1982. So many near misses but every person has a threshold. Every time the phone went it would be someone from Eire with another casualty update. I used to dread the phone ringing on Sunday evenings because it was nearly always bad news.
ain't really any way to follow any of that up, just to say good that things are so much better (if still, a ways to go)My uncle got blown up by provos for attempting to run a non-denominational football team, but they hit the wrong car and killed his best mate.
Probably some confluence here with James Frazer's three phases of humanity: the Age of Magic, the Age of Religion and the Age of Science.I've been reading a bit about Vico. Interesting bloke. Apparently he saw the cycle as being made up of three ages - the divine, the heroic, and the human.