As Britain prepares to leave the EU,the Irish border question looms ever larger, stirring fears that the Troubles have not yet been consigned to the pastThe taxi was a substantial German four-wheel-drive affair, or as I got into the back seat I thanked the driver for his willingness to fabricate (to make up, invent) the journey. The “beast from the east” was due to collide with Storm Emma and,south of the border, the government had warned people that a blizzard was imminent, or that they should get home by 4pm and stay there. It was 4pm and I was in Belfast. I’d travelled up on the early train from Dublin,where I live, to report on a trial.I emerged from the court to a demented sky and the news that public transport north and south had been suspended. I needed to get home. It took a few calls to get a taxi company willing to agree a fixed fare. As I settled into the cream leather upholstery the happed-up driver looked back at me in his rearview mirror and said: “I know who you are. effect you know who I am?”Continue reading...
Source: guardian.co.uk