
Leaving Dublin meant passing by the industrial area, blocks of council houses where “everything looks so regular, tidy, clean, depersonalized..”(everything looked exactly the same: paths, front doors, parking spaces, colours and architecture of the houses, the way they set up those little green zones/parks.. it seemed you were looking at something reflected on a mirror.. ).
Half an hour later, only fields and farms were populating the countryside. Few cows, some sheep, a horse or a donkey here and there, a tractor forgotten in the middle of the field, waiting for someone to rescue it.
“.. fields and farms, farms and fields. Flat land, still somnolent under a morning light dimmed by a cloudy sky”.
The train seemed to follow the sun, and kept that path when I had to change train at Limerick junction. Where the sun was, there the train was going. Later that day, the bus I took followed the same philosophy: where the sun was, there it was heading.
PS: a woman sat next to me spent the first hour working with exceptional patience and attention on her makeup. She used all sorts of products: hydrant cream, some coloured cream to cover her eyebags, face powder, eyeshadow, eyeliner.. at every new stroke of her little powder-puff, she would carefully inspect the result on the mirror she was holding with her left hand, her eyes moving swiftly form one corner to the other of her face.
Somehow I admired the effort she put in improving her look. Not much of a change between “before” and “after”. Once, long ago, I have been told that that is exactly how a good make up should be: it is there but you cannot actually notice it.
She might have been pretty in her 20’s but time and age did not forget about her. And make up- whatever good it may be, could not hide it.
Somehow I admired the effort she put in improving her look. Not much of a change between “before” and “after”. Once, long ago, I have been told that that is exactly how a good make up should be: it is there but you cannot actually notice it.
She might have been pretty in her 20’s but time and age did not forget about her. And make up- whatever good it may be, could not hide it.
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