Travel
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CHLOS CEANN ÁLLAINN
For well over a week, each day I run, walk, or smoke a cigar along the Lagan River, passing a row of houses, of which the nearest to the river has an inscription on what looks like a street sign. Each day I looked at the inscription, and something kept telling me that it somehow…
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to travel
After six decades of traveling, only one flight I am unable to recall in any detail. Knowing neither that I was in Manhattan, nor that I was about to fly, nor what leaving, or arriving was, and much less what Cuba was, my aunt carried me on the way to meet my grandmother. That very…
