I discovered today by chance to be born in Bloody Sunday when British troops on November 21 with the 192nd came in retaliation armored vehicles in the stage of Croque Park, Dublin, and opened fire on the unarmed crowd. Were killed 12 spectators and a player. Luckily my mom did not know anything, thanks to the absence of television and the Internet (radios were crystal set) and I was born quietly in my grandfather's house in Rome in Viale Regina Margherita 244 A, just above the shop. But my subconscious must have been some thing that helped guide my choices.
