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June 2007
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Dublin V/O
Dear Loved Ones, I find myself
in a busy part of the realm.
Nobody here but us visitors.
But, Oh, the carnival of scents!
Say hello to flat expanse and
horizon and sunshine for me. Say
hello to sneakers and holes in
the backyard. Missing you. Love
Dublin.
Father
That doesn’t sound like him.
Brother
(overlapping father’s statement)
Oh, that sounds just like him.
Dublin V/O
(genially)
Seems they eat dogs around here.
How that makes me feel is
hounded. Gotta go before they
hang me by the hocks, still
yelping.
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Dublin V/O
In Berlin, breathing history!
I’m watching these big old
apartment blocks. Never been in
one but I imagine them light and
airy with echoing chambers and
polished floorboards.
Dublin V/O
I’m writing by the lights of
Paris. It’s beautiful. Cocked my
leg on the Eiffel. (laughs)
Don’t tell anybody. Oh, There’s
a little package coming for you.
It’s a piece of the Berlin wall
some guy sold me. It just looks
like any other stone, but you’ll
know what I mean by it. A
bientot, Dublin.
Dublin V/O
Took a bit of a detour for
Nepal. God: I am sick of rice
and lentil mash. I eat it until
I am so distended I can not
bend. And then, hungry for what
it lacks, I find myself eating
more!
Brother
Why not a bull terrier?
Sister
Real dogs don’t fight.
Mother
This is the one. A Pharoah
hound.
Father
What’s going on here?
Father
This is from Dublin.
(holding letter)
Sister
(excited)
It’s a Pharoah hound!
Brother
We named him Cairo!
Dublin V/O
Seem to be recovering, although
sinuses are still blocked. Met
up with a fellow traveller
today. Bloke named Ryan. I gave
him my address (yours, I hope
you don’t mind) and said he
should drop by. Off to Amsterdam
tomorrow. Wish me well.
Dublin V/O
I have been thinking lately I am
not a dingo. I am not a wolf,
either, but my roots are surely
more here than back there. I am
one of those strange bastard
mixtures who end up salivating
over curry in railway station
restaurants.
Father
Dublin, go out and meet the
world head on.
Dublin runs around the Father’s leg and then round the
side of the house. A car drives past and he chases it.
Another car comes quickly around the bend and slams his
breaks. It is too late. Dublin is dead.
The End