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Thursday 4 December 2008

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Carla Powell on the joys of the internet and the politics of Italy

Perhaps my new-found optimism about Italy springs from visiting Northern Ireland last week and sensing the new mood there. I had an unrivalled guide in Father Eugene of St Brigid’s church in Belfast and stayed with Professor Moloney of Queen’s University and his amazing sister Maria, an international businesswoman with three doctorates. I fear I may not be asked back after hailing Professor Moloney outside the law courts with, ‘Darling, your bed was so comfortable last night!’ I’ve never seen so many sniggering barristers. My last visit had been in the Nineties and the change since then is overwhelming. It’s not just the physical differences, the explosion of elegant new office buildings and shopping centres among Belfast’s still beautiful and eclectic Victoriana, but the sense of optimism and confidence, the open faces returning smiles instead of suspicious glares. There is an uplifting sense that the people are determined to put the past behind them and make peace work. The most unlikely but hopeful change of all is the sight of Ian Paisley and Martin McGuinness working together in government. It was a reminder of the early days in South Africa when Nelson Mandela was released from prison and chose reconciliation over revenge.

Above all Northern Ireland today is far removed from the pervasive security fears of the Eighties with the roadblocks, fortified police stations and army patrols. Even that sometimes had its brighter side. Because my husband was working for Margaret Thatcher at the time, we were deemed to be at some risk from IRA terrorism. The thoughtful authorities issued us with a long stick with a mirror on the end, so that we could look under the car for bombs. It was of limited use, since I would not have recognised anything in the jumble of wires and trailing debris under our ancient vehicle unless it said ‘bomb’ in capital letters. But I did eventually find a use for the mirror on a stick, by taking it to the Caledonian Ball in Inverness to check out the stories about what Scotsmen do or do not wear under their kilts. Actually it wasn’t much use there either, because the mirror soon steamed up.

My brother-in-law Jonathan, who was closely involved in the Northern Ireland peace negotiations as Tony Blair’s chief of staff, is about to publish a book about them. Those who have seen the draft say that it is a first-class read even after Whitehall and the libel lawyers have had a go at it. Not a self-glorifying diary but a straight piece of history. I am sad to say not everyone has shared in Northern Ireland’s new spirit of reconciliation. When I told my husband that I had met Martin McGuinness in Belfast, he grumbled that ‘that lot’ had nearly killed him when they mortared No. 10 Downing Street in 1991. Strangely, he was not mollified when I said there were days when I felt like doing that too. No sense of humour, these Englishmen!

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