Approaching the glut of orange non-twinkling twinkles below, we pass over the black shiny sea still – despite Fukushima’s best efforts – among the world’s most radioactive. The city looks nice from this safe distance.
Landing in Dublin, we’re greeted by a huge shiny new terminal, sparkling, clean, soulless. Built at stupendous cost in times of delusion, it’s an unwitting acknowledgement of Ireland’s madness. Visitors learn all they need to know without leaving the building.