10 years ago I took my A Levels. The exams themselves weren’t a lot of fun, I got the marks I needed to get into university, and, for the most part, I try and forget that whole stage of life.
However, one thing I haven’t forgotten is the module I did for my A Level in History, covering politics in Ireland from the 1830s till the creation of the Irish Republic. It was such an interesting time period, and it had special meaning to me because the foreign country we were talking about in class was the country to which my dear Mama belonged.
And today, in the city where so much of it happened I finally set eyes on (and feet in) one of the most important buildings in the story.
The GPO, home of the Easter Monday Uprising (google is your friend folks) and birthplace of a free Ireland.
(Finally) been there, seen the bullet holes.
In summary: historical.