For some inexplicable reason, ever since I was a teenager, I’ve always wanted to visit Dublin. I’ve had a green shirt with a clover since I was 17. I got it in Germany. It tore last year. Seemed like a sign. It probably wasn’t. But I went to Dublin anyway and had the best time. Below is a story I heard during a guided tour I took there.
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day everyone! Lá fhéile Pádraig sona daoibh
In history lessons you may have heard about the Easter Rising of 1916, a rebellion that resulted in bloodshed, executions and eventually (eventually!) the Republic of Ireland. What you may not know, is that this uprising was only a thing because of a sequence of ridiculous, almost incomprehensible screwups on both sides.
This is what happened:
The Irish rebels didn’t want to be governed by the British anymore (a pain that is shared by countries across the globe, even today). They planned a rebellion and ordered some weaponry from Germany.
On Good Friday 1916, the British intercepted a German ship, carrying loads (+/- 20.000) of weapons and bullets meant for the rebels and their uprising. Obviously a tough blow to the rebels. Reactions:
– “Hey, you know, maybe we should not do this uprising right now, seeing that our loot got taken and all that. How about it?” – Eoin MacNeill, head of the Irish Volunteers
– “Yeah man, sounds about right.” – most people
– “No way dude. Believing is achieving! We march on Monday.” – James Connelly and Thomas Clarke, blissfully unaware of the proverb ‘quit while you’re ahead’
That was probably not exactly how they phrased it, but you get the picture.
PS: Disappointed that this post was not language-related? Go on then. Did you know the word shamrock has nothing to do with rocks, but is derived from the Irish word ‘seamróg’, meaning ‘little clover’?
PPS: My soundtrack while writing this post was this song on eternal repeat. I would recommend it.