And now or something less mundane.
Yesterday I had dinner with friends. They had their sister and her twelve-year old son over for a two-week vacation. They live in Haifa, the Israeli town that is being hit most by Hezbollah’s rockets since the Israeli-Lebanese conflict started. Then there was me with my Lebanon connection and the partner of another member of the family who joined us for dinner is an Armenian from Syria who fought in Kharabagh and is now living in Armenia. We didn’t talk much politics, but we all agreed that on both sides innocent people who don’t want war and violence are suffering and that the violence should stop as no one is gaining from it.