One of my favourite scenes from the brilliant movie “The Commitments” from 1991 is when “brother” Jimmy Rabbitte explains the essence of the music he wants to play to the new band members, using a James Brown song from 1968 as an illustration.

When one of them expresses his doubts saying “maybe we’re a little white for that kind of thing?”, brother Jimmy explains:

“The Irish are the blacks of Europe. And Dubliners are the blacks of Ireland. And the Northside Dubliners are the blacks of Dublin. So say it once and say it loud, I’m black and I’m proud.”

On Sunday morning, we jump-started Pádraig’s Kia car and made our way to the first ferry. At lunch time, and after a good rest, the car started well (!) getting us off the ferry and across England to a second ferry to Holland, from where it was just seven hours to Pforzheim.

We thought a lot about the decision to make this journey. Then, when we had taken it, things happened quickly. We gave notice of our emergency plans and requested letters to explain why this journey had become necessary, just in case. We planned the safest way to make this journey, eliminating as much as possible contact with other people. And we planned in as much detail as possible what we were going to do once we got here.

Eventually, all worked out really well and we arrived in one piece, though completely exhausted, almost 36 hour later, at our destination.

On our roadtrip through Coronaland, we discovered that anywhere you go you have to wear a mask. No discussion, no exceptions. If you haven’t got one, they sell you one. We discovered that a litre of Diesel now costs less than a euro, even beside the motorway which is usually much more expensive. There are plenty of really well kept spaces where you can check and clean your car. All part of good customer service, surprisingly well kept when you’re coming from Ireland.

Therapies here start at eight, we have to get up early. There is not a minute wasted.

Last year, we had gone to the SLT clinic in Lindlar and had skipped our regular sessions in Pforzheim. To meet our friends again after now two years was really nice.

Sadly, there is no other word than ‘shock’ to describe the reaction of Pádraig’s therapists here when they saw the state of Pádraig’s hip and knee. They had been used for Pádraig to make progress each time they saw and treated him, they expected him to participate better each time he comes here. While they were truly impressed by his increased body control and startling cognitive abilities, the condition of his right hip shocked them.

They said that if his hip had been in a good condition, his general physical and mental state was so good that they’d be using a walking frame to walk with him now. But plans had to be adapted. We booked an MRI for Monday and discussed several possible scenarios. Therapists and a doctor who checked his hip agreed that it was most likely dislocated.

A dislocated hip can lead to serious long-term debilitating problems, especially if it is severe or not adequately treated within hours of occurrence“, is what a US-based specialist hospital website says about hip dislocation.

For months, Pádraig had had great difficulties stretching out his right leg because of his hip problem, a problem I had pointed out to as many people as I could. He was not able to lay down and stretch out that leg. When sitting, his right knee was very clearly ‘off level’ with his left knee.

… which, it seems, should not have come as a surprise:

“When the pelvis is out of alignment, the load of our body weight is distributed into the legs unequally. As a result, any one of the joints in the legs, particularly the knees, can be adversely affected over time. Additionally, there is an increased risk of an acute injury because of the resultant instability.”, says another website.

Here is a bit of an impression of what Pádraig has been doing during the week.


We went to Pforzheim because I was very worried. Pádraig urgently needed specialist care for his hip problem.

Pádraig’s life matters.

That’s why we went.

Say it loud. I am proud.

We won’t quit movin’ until we get what we deserve
We’ve been buked and we’ve been scourned

We demand a chance to do things for ourselves
We’re tired of beatin’ our head against the wall

We’re people, we’re like the birds and the bees
We rather die on our feet than keep livin’ on our knees

You know we can do the boogaloo.