I live in Dublin, Ireland. Sometimes. Most times I live in my head, quite unaware of my surroundings – if you know what I mean… If you succeed in tracking Sean Walsh, please let me know, ok? I've been searching for him for years…
Ireland in the early 80’s. No civil divorce. No exit. Cul-de-sac. No way out of a broken marriage… Shock. Aftershock. Wave after wave… As he comes to realise that his wife has gone, gone for good, he begins to talk – to himself, to his nine-years-old daughter, to a “local in his local,” to a parish sage, to a solicitor/lawyer, to his Boss at work, to clerics, to a psychiatrist…
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