A few miles to the south stands Queen’s University, where I’ve shared ritual strawberries and cream with the half-Protestant, half-Catholic graduating class of ’79. To the west I can see the Shankill Road, where I’ve pushed my way through noisy, cheerful Protestant crowds to buy a crisp Armagh apple, or admire flower shops blazing with the roses for which the north is famous.Not far from apartments to rent in brussels lies the Catholic-populated Falls Road, which can be an equally noisy, equally cheerful thoroughfare despite the constant undercurrent of violence.
Both streets funnel throngs of workers and shoppers into downtown Belfast, where everyone must submit to body searches at security posts that ring the business district. Inside the gates, where traffic is banned, new buildings are rising, old ones are being restored, and the streets and well-stocked stores are alive with Northern Irish voices, whose accent is a memorable blend of Scottish and Irish. If there is a way to distinguish Catholics from Protestants just by looking and listening, I never learned it.
The nights are different. From my window in accommodation prague I’ve heard the crash of bombs, the rattle of gunfire, and the constant moaning of police sirens. But I can also hear strident disco music pounding from the penthouse ballroom, which offers dancing “with the Charming Poppet of Your Choice.”
Poppets notwithstanding, my heart is won by a pretty Catholic girl from West Belfast, who has come in secret to meet her Protestant fiancé.
“Here’s me, born and bred in Belfast, and I was 22 before I ever met a Protestant boy,” she says. “We’re afraid to tell our families; they’d be destroyed with shame. We’ll have to go away to be married, to England or Canada. Anywhere, just so we can find a wee bit of peace.”
Peace. The word is on everyone’s lips today—if not in everyone’s hearts. Solutions abound, each one excluding others, like a fistful of stones.
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Sore throat Earache, High fever All can begin with an infection that overwhelms your body’s natural defenses. Vitamin C, along with other essential nutrients, optimizes your body’s natural capacity to resist illness and helps keep your tissues healthy.
Up tight or up in smoke. With both acute stress and heavy cigarette smoking, the plasma levels of vitamin C in your blood may be lowered.
So, you could be robbing your body of this essential vitamin without even knowing it. Up your iron, Vitamin C increases your body’s ability to absorb iron from food when they are taken together. Iron is the most common deficiency in the diet, and may be related to a loss of energy.
There are many reasons why your body needs an adequate intake of vitamin C. Yet your body doesn’t make it. Vitamin C must come from food or vitamin supplements. So, eat a balanced diet. You can also look for fortified foods when you shop or take a supplement containing vitamin C every day just to be sure.