As long as I've been living in ublin, I've been stuck in some sort of box in the burbs. At first it was the commuter nightmare of Terenure, with no sense of direction sharing a room with a stranger and nothing but vivid memories of sitting on the god awful infamous 17 for three hours a day. After that it was out to a rented squat in Churchtown, where we were isolated in a neighbourhood full of closed gates and electric buzzers. Then there was Dundrum, a taste of mortage hell in an estate that looked like it should be friendly but instead consited of a lot of grey old people in grey houses. Now for the liberties, minutes away from the centre of town and surrounded by shops that seem to have been cloned off Guineys. You go for a coffee and an old woman grins at you through filthy teeth, sharing a joke with you as you top up you coffee with some artificial cream from an aerosal can. What a relief.

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