Personal
Prologue:
In the early 90's, me and three friends of mine went on holiday in the Republic of Ireland. Beautiful country, bad food (1), wonderful people. Taking a Grand Tour, we found ourself near the Ulster's border. One of my friends insisted to see in the other part, and we entered in Northern Ireland. It was an unpleasant experience. The small town we visited was the same as any other city across the border, except for books on the SAS (Special Air Service) in the windows of the library and the British flag waving from a flagpole. The only real difference was the attitude of the people. In Ireland no one cared, and when we were recognized as foreigners, the people were friendly at 99% of occasions. In Northern Ireland, however, what the people noticed we as foregners, they staring at us like we were B.E.M.s . My freaky friend insisted to go to Belfast or Derry, but in practice we loaded him in the car and fled to the south.
At that time, the "Troubles" had lasted 35 years.
In the early 90's, me and three friends of mine went on holiday in the Republic of Ireland. Beautiful country, bad food (1), wonderful people. Taking a Grand Tour, we found ourself near the Ulster's border. One of my friends insisted to see in the other part, and we entered in Northern Ireland. It was an unpleasant experience. The small town we visited was the same as any other city across the border, except for books on the SAS (Special Air Service) in the windows of the library and the British flag waving from a flagpole. The only real difference was the attitude of the people. In Ireland no one cared, and when we were recognized as foreigners, the people were friendly at 99% of occasions. In Northern Ireland, however, what the people noticed we as foregners, they staring at us like we were B.E.M.s . My freaky friend insisted to go to Belfast or Derry, but in practice we loaded him in the car and fled to the south.
At that time, the "Troubles" had lasted 35 years.
