A matter of perception
Mary Murphy
April 11, 2013
I wasn’t born a Catholic, but I may as well have been. I was baptised into the faith of my father (and mother) and have
I wasn’t born a Catholic, but I may as well have been. I was baptised into the faith of my father (and mother) and have
I’d never given much thought to the difference between a concentration camp and an extermination camp until I visited Terezín, about 60km outside Prague, last
For years I’ve been rather mean to the city of Prague. Not because of anything it did to me or because of anything bad that
As Easter beckons and as my mate Lori’s first anniversary draws near, I find myself thinking more and more about death – not that I
Queer things have been known to happen in Ireland, especially on the long walk home from the pub after a feed of pints and extra
There was a time when Szimpla Kert was my last port of call on a night out. When I first arrived in Budapest, it fascinated
My greatest fear, as a traveller, was realised last week. For years, I’ve broken out in a cold sweat when hotel receptionists ask me for
When I don’t have anyone to talk to, except myself, and having nothing good to read either, I tend to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations.
Saturday in Las Palmas was spent trying to find a pub that was showing the Ireland/Wales match. The first Irish pub I found looked as
A while back, taking a rare full day off when in Malta, I tried my damndest to relax. I went down to the pool and
