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A jiffy bag ivermectina e cerveja faz mal It’s a simple story but, thanks to a balance of humour and pathos, a delightful one. The dialogue is perfectly pitched, the characters clich챕-free (some achievement, considering they are mostly that type of show-offy expat we think we know so well), and every description of a weed growing through damp concrete or the things Eamonn misses about England (“John Humphrys, Pudsey Bear, smug young men with beards”) gives O’Flynn’s writing vivacity. Yes, there are earnest backstories about the Spanish Civil War and Irish economic migration, but what is most meaningful about this is that it is a rare love story between a father and a son.
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