I heard this story on NPR the other day, one of the Youth Radio pieces they regularly produce. It's about West Belfast, Northern Ireland, ten years after the Good Friday Agreement was signed. Incidently, that's also ten years after I spent nine months there.
My gosh, the story captures the sound of that place in a way that makes me long for it. I haven't done that for awhile.
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