Chapter Six –You’re Polish, Felicja, said Dee. –Aren’t you? –Yes, Dee, said Felicja. –I am Polish. –So, you don’t mind killing animals. Felijia shrugged.
The woman returned to the house at about 3pm. She didn’t come out to the garden, where she’d left Felicja. Felicja sat in a damp deckchair and texted her boyfriend – BoredX – and occasionally counted the chickens. Then she looked up and
Chidimma Agu (FF) took real pleasure in the sight of her face at the top of the ballot paper. She showed it to Kelechi and Anuli.
The dog was sweet but not an asset when it came to persuading the people of Mulhuddart to vote for Chidimma Agu (FF). So the family kept the dog and gave him a name, Biffo, but he stayed in the back garden, barking at the grass, when Chidimma went out canvassing.
–Look at me, said Chidimma Agu to the Minister for Trade and Communications.Chidimma’s kitchen was warm and the Minister was drunk – her eyes had begun to close.
Chidimma Agu (FF) looked at the door. It was shut. In fact, it had just been slammed by its owner, Bernard Kavanagh, who had assured Chidimma that he would not be voting for her. He never had voted for Fianna Fáil and he never would.
–Jerzy?Jerzy sees the man who is talking to him from the other side of the bandstand. He knows who it is.
Unrolling his sleeping bag almost hurts. Muscles protest – not again. Jerzy has been looking forward to clean sheets, a mattress, a roof. But he must endure two more days. He is hungry – and hungrier now because he does not have the opportunity to
He doesn’t tell Kasia the good news. He can’t. He wants to – but he can’t. He sits in front of the screen. The work on the site is almost complete. This is true, although he has only worked there for two days, so far. There is no talk
The two millionaires spend the day filling a skip. The apartment block is almost complete so, while €3,750,000 waits for them in the Lotto headquarters, Jerzy and Filip carry half-emptycement bags and pieces of unwanted timber from the apartments.
At the first site gate, he is answered with a shaking head – no work here – before he has time to ask the question. At the next gate, it is the same story.
He hides his tent and sleeping bag, and his bag of clothes. It is raining, and cold. He feels very stiff. He imagines that being old is something like this. He must walk a while before he can feel loose and young again.
Chapter 1 “So now, ladies and gentlemen, we’ve turned off Parkgate Street and we’re heading into the Phoenix Park, the biggest enclosed park in Europe. Dublin’s playground, you might say...