It was the year 1998, Radiohead’s no Surprises sounded, the nationalist romanticism was fervent among my fellow students in the city of Can Fanga, although as a good “Xava” from Guineu I did not have the same concepts well, I was more of a follower of Bakunin or Malatesta. But the green island had a great attraction to live a trip, I mentioned it to my travel companion and there we planted ourselves, we walked between Falls Road, in the Catholic neighborhood, Sahnkill Road, in the Protestant neighborhood. And we saw what should never happen between brothers a city split in two and full of hatred for simple flags and stupid religions.
