Kingdom-Hello

Shelbye Conlon examines her past in the UK and how a 'memory' of drama/romance might 'draw' an 'image' of American honor.

A vignette about remembered romance and the 'sportsmanship' of commerce-life defense in modern Earth, inspired by the politics-dramatism and dark-realism themes from the excellent 20th-Century film The Boxer (Daniel Day-Lewis). Happy St. Patrick's Day! 

DISCLAIMER: This work of social drama contains images used herein with no commercial/legal/formal ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' examination/exercise for 'expressions' in politics/culture 'direction' for European-American highway art (for 'open' translation/intersections). 

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Shelbye lived comfortably now in her idyllic suburban New England home with her gorgeous Irish-American (Catholic!) family and started to remember her days when she was a schoolteacher and volunteer-nurse in poor-troubled Belfast, Northern Ireland (United Kingdom). She lived there for a time with her Irish granny (Kara Conlon) and met a strange bookshop manager named Amlan Satan, an Algerian-American who moved to Northern Ireland to work some mysterious double-life involving the veiled diamond-market, and she began to remember him, how she became his nurse/lover, and her current/currency life of comforts and securities in the New World (United States).

She wrote in her secret journal, "I remember that man I loved (for a time!), this stranger in crutches who owned a bookshop in sectarian Belfast and tried to sell/market/hype/praise soccer and football comic books to Catholics and Protestants (youth) who'd visit with their parents, and I remember trying to become his 'angel-nurse' while he lived his secret 'double-life' as a diamond-smuggling and insurance-corruption operator/writer (with some Interpol-relation), and today, I think about sharing my dream of a much more secured/safe life in New England with my girlfriends on social-media and what I tell them (now!) about my darling Irish husband (Joe O'Leary)."

She had a revelation to visit Belfast (Northern Ireland) for the month of June that summer following her journal writings and landed in Dublin and took a train to Northern Ireland and commented about her experience of 'remembering' the United Kingdom 'troubles' on social-media (wow).

SHELBYE: I decided to visit the Belfast bookshop where the man in my yesteryear life of 'religious dramatics' became my sweetest heart, and where I learned of his 'James Bond' double-life securing gem-market insurance/securities facilitating improved economics-condition talks in Parliament (with some Interpol-relation) regarding affirmative-action employment assistance literature/circulation (wow).

Of course, Amlan Satan was no longer at the bookshop where Shelbye became his lover and part-time volunteer nurse, learning about the drama of people 'drawn' by the modern troubles of commerce/economics driven inter-religious coexistence 'complexity' in the modern Earth, which surely would draw the interested eyes/mind of even a Martian --- given all this 'field-potential' in sportsmanship/storytelling and the 'contrast' of the darkness of failures in community erection/direction (hmm).

BOOKSTORE OWNER (Current): No, Satan's departed Belfast (as we know).

SHELBYE: You've no 'clue' (whatsoever) what's become of that mysterious fellow?

OWNER: None at all; some customer told me he saw a website featuring his work.

SHELBYE: What did the site show/inform, sir?
OWNER: I dunno...that he may be in Omagh...or heck, Zurich, operating gem-storages.

SHELBYE: That's it?
OWNER: There was a 'sideshow' gossip-line that he'd become a blood-diamond swap-maestro for securities-media lore.

SHELBYE: But this is all just cyber-hearsay, sir?
OWNER: Right, Miss Shelbye; we all miss him (even his 'eccentric' pals past Interpol!).

What Shelbye decided to remember during this 'emotional' visit to Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) was the huge 'hole' in her life created by the now-departed/vanished mystery-man of Belfast (Amlan Satan), a guy whose family-heritage ties to the FLN movement in Algeria during French-rule moved in him a stranger form of commerce-culture 'mobilization' and detective-work for progress in Catholic-Protestant economic-coexistence excellence (wow).

SHELBYE: When I was Satan's nurse, I used to think about what he meant when he'd charm me with his delicious Irish foods/cooking and what he wished to tell me regarding his 'Algiers-past' and his Interpol-distance current-life of diamond-securities worry and why I'd thought of myself as something of an 'angel-nurse' to his rather brooding...and (arguably) damned poor soul.

When Shelbye decided to return to her American life of comfort and happiness (New England), she thought about the turns of life/fate that direct the course or shape of society/culture, in a 'troubled' place like the modern United Kingdom (Northern Ireland) and why her 'examination' of her own past-life, with Amlan Satan, as an 'angel-nurse' of a difficult direction, invoked in her some of the 'gratitude' she felt now as a happy-Catholic, living comfortably (and safely!) in the American Homeland in the post-9/11 era and 'dreaming' of her memory of sharing 'magical' sweet-potatoes (with hearth!) with the 'mystery-man' who'd now become something of a 'helter-skelter specter' for a hard journal (ha).

"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone" (John Maynard Keynes).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)