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I believe I was going west at the time, because the wind should have been from the Atlantic-west although who knows ? was hitting me head-on. From the north, but when was I going north ? North, south, east, west - indications of time-stamp on my passport but all smudged-up.
North and south. Union and Confederates, North and South Ireland. My life was north. Grew-up on an island in Song Lake more northern - the freezing winds coming off the lake in winter in howling blasts, encourages an attitude of Norsk warrior, if one is to live in the Whatwas world. Was I in enemy territory ? Quite frankly - I did not that much interest myself in the people. I had very little contact with them. I was engaged with the other realm. I was a foreign-diplomat with diplomatic immunity. You got problems ? Not mine. I quite frankly again - don't care. I am merely an observer and have diplomatic-plates. There was certainly something to being an American citizen. US - best and most sought after money in the world, and went a longer way - usually.
US - heroes of World War II. They didn't have to do it. But then the US was resented by many of the lower classes, more-like in the Mediterranean southern states, by people who didn't like being thought of as less-than, because they had less-than. Whatnot less-than.
Now in Ireland it was religion more than government. Churches were everywhere and farms, but city municipality buildings not so much - or hardly at all. One travels through the atmospheric psychological social currents of religion. Religion was the concept of the monster - the frontier between Whatwas and Whatnot. But the uncaught-catch, for the forever-fishermam on both sides of the stream, is that Whatwas was on both sides of the fence, and I didn't notice the difference. What me-history ? Whatnot as much.
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