I leave a vibrant Jakarta for a miserable Dublin.
This morning a retired doctor is telling me how screwed Ireland is over a coffee in Dublin. He tells me how the English are doing their level best to bring the Euro down, intimating the the prime minister is in cahoots with big financial interests in London.
He looks for some confirmation from me, I only mutter indecisively.
Conspiracy theories are something I used to hear in Jakarta, now I am listening to them in Dublin. I suppose there's less time for a good yarn when everyone is making good money.