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A THIN PLACE
I arrived in Ireland in a new millennium during the week of the Peace Accord to find a country emerging from a misty past, and a younger,
more ambitious Irish people who wanted to get on with the business at hand of building an affluent future. I was born of an Irish mother
and Jewish father and to keep the peace in the family they called me Rebecca-Megan, until I was old enough to choose my moniker.
As a child I called myself Mecca and decided to continue to do so. All three of us were satisfied with my choice.
I have never practised any religion, certainly not Jewish or Christian, and had grown up in an atmosphere of multiple choices.
On my twenty¬first birthday, when I complained bitterly that I had no roots, my parents gave me the gift of a return fare to either Israel or Ireland.
My mother said, 'Wherever you choose to go, I hope you find what you're looking for, darlin'. My father said, 'Happy hunting, sweetheart.' 3 |
