In Galway, I went out busking on the streets, singing the filthiest, most debauched lyrics I could think of to see if anyone would understand. No one did – old women smiled, tapping their feet merrily, as I serenaded them with filth. In Killarney, I stood outside a bank promising passers-by huge sums of money if they helped me rob it, but again no one understood. —Manchán Magan —Cá Bhfuil Na Gaeilg eoirí? (Where are all the Gaelic speakers?) (Guardian)
Speaking Irish in Ireland leads to some very interesting encounters. A fascinating slice of post-colonial life.
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