Parallel lives

Dec 11th, 2007 | By | Category: Ireland

The cocaine culture in Dublin, which has been making the news headlines, is entirely outside of the world I inhabit, but twenty years ago I realized that I possibly inhabit a parallel universe.

I was driving out of Galway after doing some shopping, when I picked up a hitch-hiker and talked with him as we drove along. It turned out that he was an artist who made a few pounds by selling pictures of Galway scenery. He lived in a cottage halfway up a mountain in part of Co Galway. We talked about this and that and, given the fact I was wearing a clerical collar, we talked about religion; he said it was something he could not accept.

When were reached the turning off the main road for his cottage, I said I would drive him up. I had a little red mini Metro and I had to coax it up a winding mountain road. When we reached the cottage, the man offered me coffee, and because I was curious about him, I accepted.

The cottage was as I expected. There was a stone floor, embers still glowed in the open fireplace; it was not very clean, the clothes strewn around the place included some that presumably belonged to a young woman, and the dishes were dirty. Apart from a fridge, a kettle and a cassette player, the place could have been straight out of a museum.

The man’s name was Jim and he sat and talked about what had brought him to a cottage on a mountainside in Co Galway. He had grown up in a Republican area of Co Tyrone. His father had gone to jail for membership of the IRA. From an early age, he had been under pressure to support the cause. He couldn’t agree with the rest of his family, so he left home and school and drifted.

I asked him if he went home at all.

Every couple of years, he said, but it was painful. Going home meant threats because of the people he mixed with and because he refused to support his family’s beliefs.

Two of his brothers were in the Maze prison, serving long sentences for terrorist offences. He could not understand it; one of them had travelled to visit him in Cork, and had seemed so ordinary; two days later he was caught planting a bomb.

Jim had no time for religion or the church or anything to do with them—he saw the church as destroying the life he thought was important. Jim lived a life outside of the law and outside of society.

He was not a selfish man. He spoke warmly of the kindness and care he had received from people he had never met before. He talked about how he was trying to help a friend through addiction problems.

He picked up a puppy from the floor and cuddled it and thanked me for the lift. As we walked to the car, he said he hoped I would call again.

As my car bumped back down the road, I wondered about it all.

Which world was the real one? Which world was the right one?

I never did call back.

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  1. It’s a question I have thought long and hard about when I was younger. Home based or traveller? Maybe I enjoy the comfort and material things that a 8-5 salary brings.I think I need order in my life. Although the cottage half way up a montain in Co Galway does seem an inviting proposition.


  2. If I believed in God, I could have been a priest… that is to say, I can imagine myself as a priest, though I have no idea whether I would pass all the testing qualifications. Instead, I’ve ended up as an academic and philosopher, which I think is similar in a number of ways (even though saying this automatically brings plenty of disanalogies to mind, it’s still more similar than being a builder or a cocaine-snorting media-type or business banker, say).

    This is by way of saying it needn’t be religion that puts you in a parallel universe.

  3. Ken
    As a builder (Site Manager) I have a flock of sub-contractors that I have to continuosly preach health and safety too and I also have to lead them all through a process to achieve a result. A house for someone to live in.Please dont include us in the same group as cocaine snorting media-types or business bankers who I have to perform building miracles for to give them the fat profits they seek.

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