Chapter two reminds me of an experience I had about 2 months ago in Dubia. When the McCourt famiy moves to Ireland they find that there is little money and no jobs available for them. Mr. McCourt finds out that his dole is only nineteen shillings a week; not passable for a family 4. Then, to make matters worse, Mrs. McCourt has a miscarriage. At the hospital she befriends a women names Nora Molloy. Nora goes with her to the supermarket to make sure any sales person does not cheat her for her money.
In Dubia I had a similar experience with the economy. People there were either very rich or very poor. The poor workers would work for hours upon hours a day and get paid next to nothing. Some worked so hard that they never really had time to shower, and a group of workers could be smelled from across a field. At the markets, women could not go alone. I went to a food market witth my Aunt, Nana, and Mother, and still were not completely safe. Men were the only allowed sales people. They would do almost anything they could to get your attention. Many would try and rob us of our money by asking for outrageous prices. They thought we didn't know any better because we were American. They would have got away with it, if my Aunt had not lived there. One man even went as far as following us to our car and placing watermelons in the trunk after we had already told him no several times. It is an experience I will never forget.
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