Outside by Michéal Eastwood

I opened my eyes and sat up in bed looking around the bland, empty room as I did every morning, to remind myself of where I am. I stood up and walked over to the corner of the room where there was a small dirty bucket that had the word “toilet” painted on it. I did as I did every morning and when I was finished I walked to the centre of the room and sat on the floor with my legs crossed adjacent to the window. The light from the outside hit my face and I thought to myself “The sun must be out to play”. As I looked up to peer out the window, the light blinded me so I had to squint to see. The outside was like a painting that has been worked on to perfection, the clear blue sky was bright and full and there was only a few chalky clouds perfectly placed so as not to disrupt the view. The sun was in its full glory, it appeared to be smiling onto the world with such grace and joy as to bring life to the planet and made the distant green hills that showed their peaks look all the more alive. I sat here a while looking out the window taking in the beauty of what was through the glass portal in my wall.

I heard footsteps coming from outside the door and, as they drew closer, I sprung to my feet and shouted out “Mommy” as I ran towards the door. My mother walked into the room and quickly shut the door behind her. She did this every time she walked into the room and I never questioned why. She turned to look at me, I always thought my mother was the most beautiful person in the world. Her eyes were light blue like the sky and always had the same look of love, She had gorgeous blonde hair that would glisten when the sun would hit it and a slight smile that always made me smile right back at her. She opened her arms and wrapped them around me. “How are you my son?” she whispered in the most delicate voice I could imagine, I looked up at her and softly kissed her pale cheek before replying with, “I want to go outside”. My mother’s embrace loosened as she bent down to my level holding my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes with hers, “You know the outside is dangerous sweetheart” she said while brushing her hand through the hair around my ear. “I’ll be safe I promise”, I protest with a grin on my face, She looked into my eyes again “We’ve talked about this sweetie, the outside world is a dangerous place filled with people who will hurt you”, she says calmly. I could feel her grip tighten as she said this and her voice sounded like she had a lump in her throat, however she kept the same smile and never looked away from me, she kept her composure.”But what if….” I started but she halted me by saying, “Now lets get you fed sweetie”, as she rose back to her feet. She now continued with the usual morning routine, she walked over to the window and opened it to “let in the freshness” as she always told me. This was my favourite part of the morning because I could hear the sounds that were outside. I ran up to the window and looked up, I couldn’t reach it but I just closed my eyes and listened to all the wondrous sounds that came flooding into the room. My mother left to go get my breakfast but I just stood there with my eyes closed, listening to the seemingly endless world outside of my window. A familiar sound met my ear “BIRDS!” I shouted happily, as I listened to their careless chirping, a grin once again appearing on my face I kept listening for more sounds and as I focused in on the things such as cars, the wind, motorcycles and footsteps. I waited for my favourite sound of all…..People. I love listening to the voices of people walking past and especially the sound of other children playing in the streets, although it made me want to know what it would be like to be out there with them, the sun on my face, the wind in my hair and maybe, just maybe, I could be the person that someone else is listening to out of their window.

I heard the door opening again and my mother walked in with a bowl in her hands. She placed it down on the desk in the corner of the room and gestured for me to come and sit on the small tattered stool that was beside her. I had already guessed what she had made for me and as I sat down and looked into the bowl I was confirmed right. “Porridge again?” I moaned, She laughed a little and calmly said, “Don’t you want to grow big and strong?” in reply. “Of course”, I said enthusiastically grabbing the spoon in my hand and taking my first mouthful. I left it in my mouth and smiled happily when I realised she had added honey, I quickly ate the rest of the bowl and turned to face her. She was just standing there smiling at me, I smiled back and she put her hand on my head and said quickly, “Time for lessons”. Everyday my mother would give me lessons in reading and writing and she taught me lots of interesting things. She got my pencil and copybook and placed it on the desk in front of me. She picked up the pencil and began to write out a sentence for me to copy down. As she did this I noticed a bruise on her arm. I asked her about it but she quickly pulled her sleeve down and told me she fell. I knew she was lying but I copied down the sentence like I was asked and did my work.”Its your birthday soon”, my mother said with a smile, “what would you like?”. I was suddenly filled with excitement but I could only think of one thing, “To go outside maybe?” I asked cautiously, she gave me a disappointed look and I quickly said, “A new chair? This one is old and falling apart.” Her look softened and she just nodded in agreement and once again ran her hand through the hair around my ear. Suddenly I heard another pair of footsteps at the door. I turned to look only to see my father standing there. My father was a tall broad man with small, sharp eyes and a rough face. He always had the same look of anger on his face and he rarely came into my room. I saw my mother tense up as he entered as if she was scared. My father didn’t say a word but instead just looked at me, then at my mother and snapped his fingers I knew what this meant, mother had to leave now. My mother bowed her head, she kissed my forehead and whispered “Goodbye sweetie, I’ll see you later” before closing the window and leaving with my father. As my father closed the door he turned to me and ordered “behave” with a sharp tone. I simply nodded in reply bowing my head sad to be left alone again.
I jumped awake. A nightmare had once again haunted my night’s sleep. It was about my father. He had taken away my mother from me once again, except she wasn’t coming back. I spent a while curled up in bed, tears streaming down my face. I didn’t dare cry in case I woke father. Eventually I rose from the bed and walked over to my best friend, the window. I sat cross legged and once again peered through this portal to a world much bigger than my own. The moon was full and high in the sky spreading light throughout the darkened world. The sky was not quite black but rather a dark blue which silhouetted dark clouds and birds gliding through the air. I stood and walked towards the window, reaching for the handle that mother uses to open it every morning like clockwork. I couldn’t reach. Disappointed and upset, I crawled back into my bed and forced myself to close my eyes, I doubted I would sleep. I lay there for a while wondering if I would ever fall asleep and if my mother would be here in the morning. I wanted to see her so badly. I turned to my side and clutched a pillow to my chest. I didn’t like this, I wanted my mother to stay with me longer but she always left. I lay thinking about this for a while before I found myself growing more and more tired, before falling back to sleep.
The next morning seemed to come almost instantaneously. The room began to light up and I slowly peeled open my eyes. I stayed laying in bed for a while before I was disturbed by a crashing sound from beneath the floor. Startled, I put my ear to the ground and tried to listen. It was mother and father. Father was shouting, he must be mad. He gets mad a lot and that’s how mother gets the bruises. Sometimes he isn’t happy giving her bruises and he tries to give them to me, but every time he’s tried to, mother has stopped him, even if it means her getting more herself. The sound of them fighting and the thought of mother being hurt caused tears to flow down my face. I lift my ear from the floor and sat up, keeping my head down. Sitting there for a while I heard a sound coming from above me. I looked up to see my friend, my window to a world beyond this one that I knew all too well. As I glared through the glass I realised out what the noise was, rain. “The sky must be crying too”, I whimpered to myself under my breath, taking in the scenery that I’ve memorized by heart. The sky was filled with dark, looming clouds that seemed to have an ocean’s worth of water flowing from them. The raindrops bounced off window and trickled down to the bottom over and over as I stared through it. The fields in the background were barely visible; of what I could see they looked wet and dreary, as if the sky’s tears had washed away the life. I buried my face in my knees and continued to cry along side my only friend. I waited there in the middle of the room waiting, waiting for my mother to come up with my breakfast and for her to let me get that “fresh air” she thinks is so important for me. I waited for what felt like years, just wanting to be able to talk to someone again, although it seemed like today would be the first day mother wouldn’t come to be with me. My tears had dried up but the heavens still wept like a newborn child. Just as I had given up on the idea of seeing mother today I heard fumbling outside the door. The handle moved and the door slowly opened. It was mother. I jumped to my feet and ran towards her, arms open wide and a grin on my face. She fell to her knees and held out her arms, grabbing me as I came into reach. This close, I noticed it. She had blood on her lip. She mumbled the words “people are cruel and evil things sweetie” under her breath and I just replied with, “I know” ,holding her close. She smiled and kissed my cheek before standing and walking over to the window. The weather was still terrible but she still turned to me and said, “You need your fresh air” and opened the window regardless. The noise of the rain suddenly became much louder and a cold breeze blew through the room. I could hear a whistling sound from the wind outside and an occasional car driving on the wet road below. Mother looked at me and smiled “I have a surprise for the birthday boy”, she said still smiling at me. My face dropped, “Its today?” I asked confused. “Mhm”, she answered walking over to me, “I’ll be back soon with your present and your breakfast”. She kissed my forehead and left the room. I got excited now, had she gotten what I asked? and would she spend longer with me today? After a while I heard a noise on the opposite side of the door. I lept back to my feet in anticipation, eyes locked on the door. For a few seconds there was nothing but then the door flew open revealing not my mother but my father. He was rocking on his feet as though he was half asleep and a stale smell quickly filled the room. His hands were unsteady but in the left he held a brown bottle and in the right thick, black belt. He took an unbalanced step towards me, mumbling inaudible sounds beneath his breath. My hands were trembling, I was scared, and I didn’t know where mother was. He raised his right hand. I put up my hands to shield my face and closed my eyes, waiting for the impact. Smack! I felt it come down on my side. I stayed there as I felt the belt strike me again and again and again before eventually hearing the sound of my mother’s voice screaming at him to stop. My father started to turn around and walk towards her but as he was about to reach her, he fell flat on his face, unconscious.
I was still shielding my face when mother walked over to me with the same bowl of porridge and a spoon. I could see out into the hallway, I had never seen it before and it was a long room with cream coloured walls with a few doors along the walls. When mother noticed me looking she immediately closed the door. She then hastily said, “Wait here”, leaving the room once again. I began to eat the porridge but was taken by surprise to find nothing special about it. “It’s my birthday I thought she had a surprise for me”, I thought to myself. This thought was interrupted by her walking back into the room; in her arms was a solid wooden chair. It was much bigger than the stool that I have been using for as long as I can remember. She put it down beside the old stool and beckoned me to come sit. I did as she wanted but as I sat, I clenched my side in pain. Mother lifted me up and pulled up my shirt, There were red marks along my side that felt like they were throbbing. I saw mother starting to cry but she stopped herself, I couldn’t help but think she was doing it for my sake. I was confused. Mother knew father was like this but she stayed. She knew he would hurt her but she let him. I turned to her and asked her this. She wiped the tears from her eyes and brushed her hands through my hair as she did when she spoke with me. “I stay to keep you safe and away from the danger sweetie”, she said, still caressing my hair. I froze. The reason she stayed was to keep me safe? I was the reason that father could hurt her. I began to cry and buried my face in mother’s shoulder. She put an arm around me and rubbed the small of my back. I caught a glimpse out the window. The weather that had began to lighten up had only worsened. The rain was pelting down from the sky like little bullets shot from the clouds. The outside looked dead, empty and void of life, as if the water had just washed it all away.
Both mother and I jumped when we heard staggering from outside the door. Father must have woken up. Mother told me to wait as she quickly staggered to the window forcing it shut, then leaving in a hurry, not wanting father to come back inside the room. Left to my own thoughts an idea struck me. My only wish was to be outside and the only thing keeping mother here was me. I heard father shouting again and mother shouting back at him but only one thing was going through my mind. Outside! I wanted to see what was beyond these walls but more importantly I needed to help mother. If I left then mother would have no reason to stay. My body began to move on its own, running over to the window, reaching for the handle, my only way to the outside. I couldn’t reach and began to become disheartened, thats when I saw it, the chair. Grabbing it and dragging it over to beneath the window I climbed up onto it. I reached once again stretching as much as I possibly could before finally grasping the handle in my hand. I’ve never been this close to the window before, I could see myself in the glass. I had never seen my reflection before and was surprised by what I saw. My eyes were light blue like my mother but my hair is black like my father’s; the thought of me looking like him repulsed me enough to ignore my reflection. As I twisted the handle I noticed something, the rain had stopped and there were spears of sunlight piercing through the clouds. Amazement struck me, I had seen something I had only ever seen once before. A rainbow. It was so beautiful I could only compare it to one thing, mother. It was as if it was her, smiling at me as I looked at the shining colours in the sky. Smiling back like I only do to mother I forced the window open and a cool breeze hit my face. Pulling myself up, I saw more than I have ever seen before. The world does not seem so dangerous but rather beautiful to my eyes, I see the hills that I have adored my whole life and the roads where I heard the cars drive past, I see the world that I want to explore. If I did this it would let my mother leave, this was the only thing that gave me the confidence I needed to pull myself through the portal in which I have only ever looked into before now and now I am entering it, the world beyond these walls. As the first beam of sunlight hits my face I realise what I had done, I’m outside.

Hello from Firhouse Community College, Ireland

Our College, Firhouse Community College, is located at the foothills of the Dublin Mountains. It is home to 750 students, from many different faith and ethnic backgrounds. Our uniform consists of a green, V-neck jumper, grey shirt, grey uniform trousers or grey knee length skirt, school tie, black uniform jacket with school crest, and plain black shoes. For sixth years we substitute the grey shirt for a white one, and the green jumper for a black one.

The school has many extra-curricular activities in a couple of areas. For sports, we have soccer, Gaelic football, rugby, hurling, camogie (Uniquely Irish sports), basketball, table tennis and athletics. We also hold educational activities throughout the year such as a French debate team, choir, European studies and quizzes.

We have a green schools committee, made up of students from all different year groups. This committee aims to promote and encourage environmentally friendly behaviour, such as recycling and energy and water conservation.  The school is working hard to be awarded a green flag, an award given to schools for participation in environmental issues.

We began our weather stations project with a writing workshop by Oisin McGann. We learned how to structure stories. We had interesting discussions on how to create a plot and develop characters.

In transition year, we are working on many different projects in our wide range of subjects in regards to the weather stations project. In geography, each student did a project on extreme climate change. In art, the students did a project drawing characters based on a certain weather, and also drew comic strips. In English, we wrote essays and poems about weather and we are now watching a movie “5 degrees below”. We also watch movies that are about natural disasters that occurred because of climate change, such as “Twister” and “The Day After Tomorrow”.  Our music class have recorded weather sounds and are mixing them into sound tracks. We also attended the strange Weather exhibition in Trinity College Dublin. Here the students of trinity had created many different weather instruments that showed the effects of many climate types. We attended an interesting talk in the Civic Theatre about the weather. Our school was recently nominated for The Credit Union Award.

The art students are currently creating a weather display of snow in the school library for the Weather Stations project using trees and artificial snow. We will display all of our work to date before christmas. This will become our space, for our project,so we can add ideas to it and use it as a source of inspiration also.

We are looking forward to hearing about the other schools in the project.

The Transition Year students of Firhouse Community College.

Hello from Mount Seskin Community College, Ireland

Mount Seskin Community College recording a Weather Report podcast for Going Nowhere, Biennale in Melbourne. Recording at Contact Studio, South Dublin County Council Arts Office

Mount Seskin Community College recording a Weather Report podcast for Going Nowhere, Biennale in Melbourne. Recording at Contact Studio, South Dublin County Council Arts Office

When our school was invited to become a substation in the Weather Stations project towards the end of the last school year there was a vague understanding on our part that the project was something to do with climate change and writers from across the world. How we as a school community would engage with the project was not quite quantifiable, at least to us, at that point. Our school year opened with a presentation to staff on the notion of climate change. This provided a springboard for a storm of creative work that has seen our students from across the school working with two authors, Oisin McGann and Tony Birch. Our students have recorded podcasts of their weather memories in Rua Red. These podcasts have since become part of an art installation in Melbourne whilst the work of 1st Year, Jordan O’Toole, has been selected to be broadcast on Australian radio. Other students have visited the Civic Theatre to take part in a cli-fi debate. Still more got to visit the Science Gallery in Trinity College. Within the school, under the dynamic and creative guidance of a core team of teachers, students have been given opportunities to respond in a variety of ways to the issues and challenges raised by Weather Stations. Creative written pieces, tweets to Mother Earth, posters and a sculpture by 1st Years are just some of the ways in which our students have responded so far to the project.

A powerful aspect of the project is that both teachers and students can respond in a variety of ways. Some activities are whole-school based; specially designed lesson plans that are delivered to all students at a specified time or the suspension of class so that we can enjoy individual students reading their work over the school intercom. Other activities are driven by subject teachers with their own classes and this allows for individual, creative responses. The quality of the work is underpinned by the huge investment by the core teaching team here in school and the continuous support and encouragement of Tallaght Community Arts and Collective Action.

Our engagement with the project has been hugely stimulating and enjoyable. The response from both students and teachers is so positive and the success of activities creates energy for further engagement. We didn’t quite know where we were going when we set out on our Weather Stations journey but the trip so far has been great and we look forward to continuing to respond to the challenges of climate change over the coming months.

Ms Helen Taylor, Principal, Mount Seskin Community College, Tallaght, Dublin. Ireland

Hello from Colaiste de Hide, Ireland

Colaiste de Hide students working with Wheeler Centre writer in residence, Tony Birch

Colaiste de Hide students working with Wheeler Centre writer in residence, Tony Birch

Hi, a Chairde,

Is muidne daltaí Choláiste de hÍde, Gaelscoil anseo i dTamhlacht. Foghlaimímid gach ábhar trí Ghaeilge, ceann de theangacha oifigiúla na hÉireann. We learn all our subjects through Irish, the other official language in Ireland. We would like to introduce ourselves to your school community. We have been participating in this project on how to change people’s attitudes on climate change.

Ar dtús a little bit about the school – Tallaght is in West Dublin and our school is carved into the local Park, Tymon Park. Check it out on Google maps and www.colaistedehide.ie . it is named after the first president of the Republic of Ireland, Douglas Hyde/ Dubhghlas de hÍde. It has great facilities and 323 students. Our school uniform is green and red. We are a group of 15-16 year olds from the TY –Transition Year . That is a year between the middle state exam (Teastas Sóisearach/ Junior Certificate) and the senior state exam (Ardteist/ Leaving Cert). It gives us a chance to try new things out, go on loads of tours and listen to new ideas outside of the classroom.

As part of the Weather Stations Project we have had workshops with the Irish resident writer, Oisín Mc Gann and the Australian writer, Tony Birch. We took a trip to the Strange Weather exhibition in the Science Gallery in Trinity College, Dublin. A few of us recorded a weather report in German, which was uploaded onto YouTube. We also composed short pieces about our bit of Irish sky, which we recorded in the local community arts office and which might have been heard on ABC in Australia! Due to our participation in the project we were nominated for the Credit Union “Young People of the Year” awards. In classes we did work on Hurricane Katrina, weather reports and practical tips to save energy in German, Masks using recycled materials in Art and more on the science of weather in the Science class.

Ta súil againn go bhfuil sibh go maith agus go gcloisfimid uaibh go luath! Bis bald!


Is muidne le meas,


Daltaí na hIdirbhliana ó Choláiste de hÍde

Transition year Students from Coláiste de hÍde

Mount Seskin Community College, Tallaght, Dublin – Weather Reflections

2nd year English class ( students 13-14yrs). Work developed following the Tony Birch creative writing workshop at Trinity College Dublin, TCD, September 2014


Mount Seskin CC Weather Stations webpage



Last night when I went outside to look at the sky, it was like a blanket that covered us from the sun. It was quite humid out and it was spitting rain .I couldn’t see the blue of the sky. The sky was covered with a grey like colour. A few years ago the sky was covered with broken cloud and it was nippy (cold) just the way I liked it.               Chloe Mc Carthy

Weather Stations: Memory

I remember when I was 11 years old and it was extremely hot outside. I called into my friends’ houses. We all played a big game of football on the green. We played for ages and then we all got water guns and balloons and the biggest water fight ever. By the time we finished it was only 1 O’clock but we were all soaked.               Lee Hyland

Colourful sunset


As I look into the sunset the colours of orange and purple beam in the sunset, there are only a few clouds but it’s cold.

As I look to my left it is dark but if I look the opposite way it is purple and orange.

When I was young at this time in December it would most definitely be dull and rainy.

There would be puddles on the ground, the grass would be muddy and it would be misty.  Josh O’Keeffe


Description of the Sky


The sky is white and calm.

It makes me feel calm and happy that it is not cloudy, rainy or sunny.

It is just right.

It is also windy and cold which goes well with the white sky.

By Awais Zafar


Description of the Sky
It was nearly seven o’clock and the sky above me was still bright. The sun made the whole sky light up. There were very few clouds in the sky tonight. I sat there in my back garden, lying down on warmish grass and watched the sun set. It was so beautiful and colourful. Pink spread through the blue gloomy sky.       Siobhan Samoila


Weather Stations

It’s about half 6 and I am looking up at the sky and the sun is shining beautifully. I love when the sun is shining because it gives me an opportunity to play my favourite sport football. When the sun is shining it puts me in such a happy mood.

It was the end of summer and before we go back to school me and my thought it would be great to end the summer on a high and go to the beach with the family and also our cousins. We checked the weather forecast to see if it could go ahead and it turned out that it was 17 degrees. So we grabbed all our gear and told our relatives and we all headed up to Bray beach. We were having so much fun building sand castles and putting our parents in the sand. The funnest part was splashing in the water with my 2 year old baby brother. Then all of a sudden it started lashing rain, then it started to hailstone. We all took our belongings and ran to the cars. While making our way to the car the hail was hurting my back because I was topless but thank god we got into the cars before it got really bad.           Tawwab Owalabi


My memory

When I was young I went to a place called Glendalough,

I was only about 6 and I was there with my family. It was very hot out, so hot we didn’t see one man there with upper body wear on.

It was from 27 degrees to about 35,

I fell asleep for 5 minutes and when I woke up it was misty, rainy and very dull and the dog was soaking wet, we all had to go home.     Josh O’Keeffe




10/10/2014          Description of the sky

Today wasn’t a clear day at all it was raining all day. It was dull outside and very cold and foggy however there wasn’t that many people in class as well and the teacher still went on and on about work in school. When it was lunch time it wasn’t a highlight at all because I was drenched and really cold on the way to lunch and back. School was finished early today because there was a teacher meeting after school. I was so glad that school was over early. My mum came to pick me up from school after I was done. She asked me how was my day, and I didn’t answer. I went to bed early and when I woke up I was happy again.    Kashifa Morenikeji



Jobstown Flood


In 2012 there was a flood in Jobstown. It was raining heavily all through the day and by the evening it had flooded. Water came into some peoples’ homes but my house was safe. Everybody was outside their front doors observing the flood. People were helping to push cars through the water. The people who went onto the street were wet all the way up to their knees. It was a surprise for me because I had never seen anything like this before in Jobstown.         Awais Zafar


Colourful sunset Josh OKeeffe

Description of the sky by Awais Zafar

Description of the sky Siobhain Samoila

Jobstown Flood by Awais Zafar

Kashifa Moreniken a memory

My memory JoshOK


Sky description WarrenDowman


Weather Memory Siobhain Samoila

Weather Station Siobhain Samoila

Weather Station Kristan O’Neill

Weather stations Tawwab Owalabi

Weather Stations by Lee Hyland MEMORY

Weather Stations by Lee Hyland Sky.

Weather Stations James PosseOliver

Weather Stations Dylan Byrne Carr

Weather Station Tori Deegan

Dublin Substation interactive schools workshops

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Above a selection of images taken during the workshops of Students from Coláiste de hÍde, Firhouse Community College, and Mount Seskin Community College participating in a series of workshops with author Oisin McGann


DUBLIN SUBSTATION: a youth engagement programme of Weather Stations with Tallaght Community Arts begins this August

‘ … with an increasingly young global population it is the youth who by default are the most vulnerable and directly concerned by the threat of climate change’

Mary Robinson Foundation for Climate Justice
Coláiste de hÍde, Firhouse Community College, and Mount Seskin Community College
From August 2014 – September 2015, 200 second-level students and 60 teachers from are members of a dynamic arts and science learning substation that places literature and storytelling at the heart of conversations around climate change.

The project is an arts and education initiative that addresses learning across senior cycle key skills as well as Geography, Arts, English, Foreign Languages, SPHE and ICT.

Working with Tallaght Community Arts and producing partner Collective Action, this substation will collaborate with illustrator and author Oisín McGann. Together, they will explore their responses to existing climate change science and public opinion, by writing and illustrating stories that imagine the future and shape conversations about climate change.

Their work is part of a wider, 18-month long international exchange project called Weather Stations.

In addition to Tallaght Community Arts (Dublin), Weather Stations are based at Free Word (London); internationals literaturfestival berlin (Berlin); Krytyka Polityczna (Warsaw) and The Wheeler Centre (Melbourne).

Like Dublin, each Weather Station has a writer-in-residence that will work with a substation based at a local second-level school. Substations will host visits from the other international writers in residence, connecting them to the creative responses emerging from the work the young people are developing in each city.

Young people and writers from each city will share their emerging creative work over the 18 months via the project blog:www.globalweatherstations.com.

While writers in residence will be producing a body of their own work that reflects how they view our relationship with the environment, young people within each substation will be taking different approaches to how the scientific evidence for climate change might translate into stories that help us imagine How We Might Live In 2050.

The project, which will include a series of public events along with the Substation work, is made possible through support of the Culture Programme of the European Union.

Substation Activity Features
The project involves talks and workshops for teachers and students with leading scientists from Trinity College Dublin’s (TCD) Geography Department and The Irish Climate Analysis and Research UnitS (ICARUS) NUI Maynooth as well as artists and experts from The Science Gallery based at TCD. There will also be podcasting workshops with Contact Studio (South Dublin County Council Arts Office) with the work created shared on international platforms at ABC, Australia’s public broadcaster and RTE Jr. Students from each school will create stories, films, podcasts, illlustrations and more in response to the challenges and opportunities presented by climate change. Firhouse Community College will host its own Weather Station to measure changes in the climate over the duration of the project. Photographer Jonathan Stokes will document the project.

Berlin Summit 2015
In September 2015, five young people from each EU project country will represent their peers at an International Summit in Berlin hosted by project partners, internationales literaturfestival berlin. This event will be led by the young people involved in the Dublin substation.

Young people from Melbourne and our EU partners will join us via the Internet for a wide-ranging debate in which their ‘findings and writings’ will be presented to the public.

Once the school year is complete, members of Dublin Substation will be selected / volunteer for participation in an intensive 2-week summer arts camp to prepare for leading this event in September.

An online anthology of the creative responses of the young people involved along with a photographic narrative of the project will compliment the online anthology of the writer in residence responses to the overall Weather Stations project.

The project is also supported by the Arts Council, South Dublin County Council, Poetry Ireland and the Glashaus Hotel.