Summer 1969, Age 17
I grabbed my heavy duffle bag, shuffled along the narrow aisle with the other passengers and stepped off the bus into a crowd. I was starving and needed to pee badly. Everyone pushed and shoved; no one smiled or made eye contact. Half a day ago I’d packed my bag in the caravan and now, here I was, in Dublin, surrounded by strangers. At least my body was here, demanding to pee and eat—but my soul seemed to have got lost somewhere on the journey. [Read more…] about 17: Dublin