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Dignitaries from Ireland and Northern Ireland |
This past week in Derry/Londonderry has been, as coined by the
locals, “Legenderry.” For the first time
in its 60+ year history, the Fleadh Cheoil na hEireann (music festival in
Ireland) has been hosted by Northern Ireland.
There has been music in the streets, the pubs, the performance halls,
and even a bit in the university dorms where I am staying. According to news reports, over 300,000
people from all over the world have visited Derry during this week of The
Fleadh (pronounced “flaw” or “flah”), including 20,000 musicians, many of them highly
talented young persons who also came to compete for various musical honors. (Note: Derry’s population is 108,000).
For myself, I have thoroughly enjoyed wandering the streets, absorbing
the sights and sounds, attending various events, and engaging in numerous
wonderful conversations with a variety of people, including: Derry locals; visitors
from all over Northern Ireland; visiting Americans (many from St Louis); and numerous
other citizens of the world. I find it
interesting that most of the people I have encountered here have heard of
Oregon and many have even visited it.
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Impromptu jam session at the City Hotel |
My favorite conversation was with a delightful 16-year old young
man named Ryan. While we enjoyed the
music of an impromptu jam session of violins, banjos, flutes, etc. in the City
Hotel, we did our best to also carry on a conversation. Being able to hear each other over the music
was challenging, and yet, we happily succeeded in sharing information, ideas,
and views on a number of topics, including education systems in Northern
Ireland and the United States.
Ryan, a local Derry boy, has obviously thought a lot about the education
structure that is currently helping him prepare for his future. While he hasn’t yet made a firm decision on a
career, he appreciates the clear structure and one-on-one counseling that the
Northern Ireland system provides to all of its youth. Ryan is also an avid recycler and is actively
working to help Derry achieve a recycling level of 80% by 2020, as required by
law. He is highly confident the goal
will be achieved.
Perhaps one of the most delightful and interesting parts of
talking with Ryan occurred as I prepared to leave. Throughout our hour and a half conversation,
also sitting at the table were Ryan’s two younger brothers, his mother, his
father, and another woman. Because of
the high volume of music, none of them had actually been included in our
conversation nor had anyone been introduced.
And yet, when I got up to leave, they all waved goodbye and smiled at me
as if I were family and had been visiting with all of them. Needless to say, I smiled and waved
back. What a great experience!
The experience with Ryan and his family is pretty indicative of
how most of my experiences have been.
People are friendly, talkative, and extremely helpful. For instance, after traveling several hours (first
by train, then by bus) to a town called Ballycastle, I found myself not sure of
where to meet my ride to the Corrymeela Centre, a facility that focuses on
peace and community building through dialogue.
While I wasn’t at all distressed, the bus driver who had dropped me at
the end of his line was, and so he offered to drive me in his car up to
Corrymeela. Now this might seem odd to the
readers of this blog, but I accepted his offer.
It’s hard to explain, but there was simply no sense of a threat.
During the ride up to Corrymeela, the bus driver and I had a short
chat. I learned that he lived in a small
town about eight miles from Ballycastle and that he was on his dinner
break. When I mentioned my studies in
conflict and dispute resolution, he offered me his opinion on Northern Ireland:
“There will never be peace because there will always be extremists (10%) who
don’t want peace and will continue working to undermine it.” I couldn’t have been prouder of myself when,
instead of arguing with him or trying to persuade him to think otherwise, I simply
asked him what he thought Northern Ireland needed for peace to happen. He thought long and hard about it, and finally,
tongue in cheek, he said with a laugh, “Get rid of everyone and restock the whole
country.” I laughed with him, but we
both knew the answer wasn’t that simple.
While most people have been friendly, not everyone has been nice. For instance, one night I called a taxi to
take me to a restaurant that turned out to be fairly close and so I probably
should have walked. When I mentioned
this to the driver (who had been bantered along with me during the short ride),
he said: “That’s because you’re a fucking American.” Now I’m not exactly sure what he meant by it and
it wasn’t the first time he had used the phrase, “fucking American.” But since he laughed each time he said it, I
decided it would be friendliest, and safest, if I just laughed along with him. And so I did.
On a different topic, and to close this entry, my biggest
frustration has been the super crappy, unreliable wifi here at the
university. I have all these great
photos and videos to share with you, but the connection keeps cutting out—sometimes
as often as every three minutes. I have
restarted my computer so many times, I could scream. And by the time the connection is back up
again, and again, and again, I can’t remember where I was at or what I was attempting
to upload. I should be moving to a new
location at the end of this week and hopefully the wifi there will be better. Meanwhile, dear reader, please enjoy this
text-only blog entry.
Note: Photos added 31Aug2013.