When in Gaza people are deprived of breathing clean air, the smell of corpses turned to dust and bone poisons the space.
To be able to live so far away, sipping coffee with a view of the garden in the colors of early autumn, is miraculous—living and thinking that in Gaza no one is allowed to live.
To live and perform the thousand gestures of a happy life while in Palestine the shrouds follow one another endlessly, and faces are dried out by too much weeping, too much sorrow—
What to think, what to do for Palestine in a world so indifferent ?
Translation by AI
