Now we are heading the interesting part of the journey, we are on our way to this little island. I am really curios to meet all these people, coming from all parts of Europe. There we go again, there is this woman, you would not recognise her on first sight, but she ran into me that night in Dublin: I thought she was rather drunk. She ruined my white dress completely and as I freaked out a little she was completely distressed. She is not one of those you remember or someone you would be interested to meet again. She has got that mousy aura, one of those people that make you hear the plants around you, while they whisper and grow. I do not know why and how, but it makes me really angry to meet these kind of people. It is unfair, I know that I am perfectly wrong and that I am terribly unfair, but that is how I feel about all of this, but maybe I am just fed up. I started to think more about our past and our strange family history, but I came to the conclusion that it is the case in every family. The only thing is that nobody likes to talk about these things, but we have to find a solution, Paula found her room-mate here, she lives on Achill Island. It is getting more and more wired here, isn`t England the spooky place on the other side of the channel?