Really important in Germany.
No-one knows about it in Ireland.
And if they do, it doesn’t matter to them (to say it politely). Except you’re called Patrick or Pádraig or Páraic or Patricia or something like that.
So tonight I’m quietly celebrating my saint’s day while the world around me couldn’t care less. So what!
Pádraig is good, happy to be home.
Quietly, to be honest, I’m reaching the threshold of what I’m able to take.
Quietly, I think I’ll need to raise €2m and build an alternative to this mess. Working with the good people (they are the majority), leaving the others where they are (that’s where they want to be). – The alternative would be to pack it all in to an RV and drive. Haven’t discarded that not yet altogether either:)