IT WAS ABOUT TIME

I’ve travelled around the whole island in a trip to IRELAND last summer .My partners and I have had a nice time, but……… a curious thing: the post-cards that I’ve sent to different countries in EUROPE took three days to arrive to destination whether the mailing was in THE REPUBLIC OF IRELAND or forty days whether the mailing was in BELFAST .Incredible, but true!

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Thirty years ago maybe it would be just the contrary!. But neither the complicated British cash  system nor the lazy British Post people will change my good feelings about the BRITISH/ENGLISH cultural system: it’s very powerful and  integrating!

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Our bus driver could be either a KANTABRIAN-like countryman in his native CONNEMARA or a new SHAKESPEARE in DERRY or BELFAST!.

As much as the new lazy way of living in THE UNITED KINGDOM is concerned ,I have three words to explain it out :immigration ,polyandry, integration!.

People from THE COMMONWEALTH use to be lazy as if they were MEDITERRANEAN!.

THE POLYANDRY provokes that a blond woman can have a big, blond, VIKING-like son from her first husband and three small, tiny , puny ITALIAN-like children from her second man, her third man!.

THE MIXED MARRIAGES, something unimaginable forty years ago, lead second immigrant generations to INTEGRATION!.

In former times ,EACH PEOPLE/EACH RACE created  THEIR LANGUAGE!.Today, EACH LANGUAGE creates ITS PEOPLE!.

PEOPLE aren’t  ETNOS/RACE anymore, rather LANGUAGE!.

I understand now why the three WAITERS of our HOTEL in DUBLIN and THE WAITRESS-IN-CHIEF in our HOTEL in BELFAST became astonished, even angry, when I asked them if they  were ITALIAN.I was in a group of SPANIARDS and the waiters/the waitress thought that” finito” means FINISHED in SPANISH!.

I am not sure if one of the waiters was a true ITALIAN, because he smiled ironically as he answered: no, no, I’m not Italian!.A second one said :no ,no, dalla  IRLANDA!.

THE BELFAST WAITRESS became very angry  and asserting: not at all!.I am BRITISH!.

I didn’t know then, but I know now ,the reason why all they were smaller than me ,they were black-eyed instead of clear-eyed as I am, DAGO-like tan skinned instead of my NORDIC skin, and black-haired instead of blond-haired as I was before I became bald, ha, ha!.

IN SUITZERLAND, nobody knows that I am a SUBJECT of the SPANISH EMPIRE but THE POLICE an MY FRIENDS! Maybe because I am A SWISS IN THE DIASPORA  who is on HIS PILGRIMAGE MOTSEIROSO EINSIEDELN!.

It was about time that I had my IRISH POSTCARDS forty days after!.But I’m very happy about watching  DERRY, BELFAST, ANTRIM(THE GEANT’S CAUSEWAY!) again!.That’s what’s more important!.