it's 7.35 on a day that although seemingly quiet, quivers with a tension soon to be realised in smoke and the choking smell of burning tyres and rubbish.
i here trying not to think about it, trying to think about the quality of northern ireland water when i know my phone has potential to be ringning off the hook in the next couple weeks with environmental problems gleaned from the afore mentioned burning.
trying to process the true importance of this when nearly 80 of my mates are in africa building a school.
listening to ben and the earls singing about carla boone - came into town trying to make a life but on the run from the hatred from the people who lived there.
who's not on the run?