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Just over a year ago I returned from Ireland. For me this is so recent that I could just as well still be there, but I’m not. I could just step out of my Irish Sea red brick sea-facing house (in which I rented a small apartment), jump on a bus and be in the city centre in about 12 minutes flat, traffic depending, but I can’t. I could just take a stroll up to the local Dart station and head to one of my favourite sea-side villages, whether that may be Howth, Dalkey or Bray or Greystones even or Malahide, but I can’t. I could just randomly take a walk to the Poolbeg Lighthouse leaving Sandymount behind, strolling past Irishtown Nature Park, ruminating and musing along the way on the mile-long pier, but I can’t. I could on Sundays attend the regular coffee breaks in the afternoons at the…