July 12 2009 - south Belfast

I wanted to see first hand, the loyalist bonfire festivities of July 12, in Belfast. The police warned it to be dangerous, driving a Southern registered car into Loyalist areas of Belfast , but undetered I entered. I ended up staying a couple of hours , some suspicious looks and warnings, gave way to acceptance, for what I do - recording life all over Ireland - as a Nationalist it seamed nauseating to watch my National flag being burnt, but there is good and bad in all of society, i was even offered a beer !
Surreal night, full of fear, wonder, relief, anger, hatred and regret

"Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall."

Bob Dylan