»If I had been born at the top of my street, behind the corrugated-iron border, I would have been British. Incredible to think. My whole idea of myself, the attachments made to a culture, heritage, religion, nationalism and politics are all an accident of birth. I was one street away from being born my ‘enemy’.« Paul McVeigh, Belfast-born Novelist Young girl in her pyjamas running along a fence, New Lodge.