When there was violence, Ulster was closed.

Closed to the fancy supermarkets across the water. Closed to cars with a different numberplate. Closed to a different way of thinking or believing.

But every time I return home, I notice that Ulster is just a wee bit more open.

Open to talking about the past with all its pain. Open to getting together and learning from each other. Open to different possibilities in its future.

Ulster says maybe…