Down the Shankill

Before moving to Spain, I visited my birth country. Portadown, N. Ireland and then Belfast, to see my biological father. He was a gardener. His wife died. I got an old worker´s hat from her father. World War I. We walked the Shankill.

Here is the journey. From my novel Never Mind the Beasts. Available from Dostoyevsky Wannabe.

from Never Mind the Beasts by Marcus Slease

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