Behind the facade of greedy leprechauns and frothy Guinness. Ireland is sadly still a land in conflict, even if things are starting to look brighter. Passing the border to northern Ireland is a breeze compared to the ordeals only ten years ago, and the only indication along the road is a sign declaring that the speed limit unit just changed to miles per hour.
Driving through the infamous Sandy Row in Belfast is an emotional experience, as well as walking past Europa Hotel at Great Victoria Street, also known as “the most bombed hotel in the world”.

I had the privilege to meet some colorful characters around Ireland. At the Brazen Head, oldest pub in Dublin from 1198, I stumbled upon a bitter man at the bar who was keen to explain how much he hated everybody. Especially the French, as he still was angry at Napoleon. But he didn’t hesitate to spit on Englishmen, Germans, Swedes, Americans, Italians, Swiss and pretty much everything on two legs except for velociraptors.
For contrast, I later had a pint of Guinness with another Dubliner, the day after the Queen visited Dublin as the first British monarch since 1912. The whole of Dublin was shut down, traffic closed and people mostly kept off the streets by an army of policemen. The old lady with a thousand hats supposedly even had the guts to visit the Garden of Remembrance site, but the venerable Dubliner just shrugged and called it an unique event in history which probably was for the greater good.
The people are as divided as the island itself. How long will this conflict go on?
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