I was going home to Belfast to visit my mother. It was the spring of 1998 and the weather was very good for that time of year. My mother lived on her own in Ligoniel, North Belfast, in the little Protestant enclave where I had grown up. Ligoniel is a mill village that once had a mixed population of …
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