„Era un avion Swissair, numai cu oameni de afaceri, sobri, cu cravată, toată lumea stătea civilizată, nu făcea gălăgie”, își amintește Speranța. După ce Fluierici a dat tonul, Cacurică a început să cânte cu gura. „Stewardesele au căzut pe spate instantaneu. La vremea aia, românii nu ieșeau din țară decât extrem de puțin și în orice caz nu țăranii, și în orice caz nu țiganii, și în orice caz nu lăutarii. Totul era extravagant, nepotrivit, dar într-un fel îi făcea să pară naivi, spontani, imaginativi și au plăcut pretutindeni unde s-au dus.”
It might come as a shock to you to hear someone speak the truth about U-shaped neck pillows so plainly, as this sort of pillow has been allowed to exist unchecked since it was patented in 1929. I understand and will allow you a moment to compose yourself. Have you taken it? Okay. The U-shaped neck pillow is an unsupportive abomination; a pernicious, deceitful, recklessly ubiquitous travel trinket lulling the masses not to sleep but to a zombielike restlessness for which they have been trained to blame themselves, i.e., “I can’t sleep on airplanes.” The U-shaped travel neck pillow is a useless trash pillow for nobody.
Seriously why do people use them? It’s one of the trends that has caught up and the second you buy it, you regret it. If you are a masochist, then at least go to Wirecutter and get one from their recommended list.
That night, in a drizzling rain, a ragtag group of travelers walked from the farmhouse hostel down an old stone road into town. We entered a pub and bellied up to whiskeys and stouts. Everyone was enjoying the “Craic,” Gaelic for “What’s happening?” “What’s good?” Shortly after a band of older men—probably 50 and 60-somethings—stood near the rock fireplace and performed a cover of “Linger” on acoustic guitars, mandolin and violin. Another man stood in front, in his thick sweater and ragged newsboy cap, singing the verses. Then the whole bar joined him for the choruses, as the rain fell outside. “Do you have to let it linger / Do you have to / Do you have to let it linger?” That night on the walk back to the hostel, the clouds broke and the stars shone bright in the Irish mist. O’Riordan’s legacy will not just linger, but live on forever, like the spirit of a Irish patron saint.
I saw her last year in May in concert. The moment her voice joined together with thousands of other British people signing will remain forever in my mind.