Midnight, New Year, fireworks explodes on velvety sky. Gaza has fireworks too every day, but they aren't enjoying it the way we do, standing here on the terrace of a five star hotel, perhaps it is only three stars, drinks in hand and idle chat. I feel wretched, wish I was drunk but this place only severs wine and that is not enough to drown my lack of shame. Palestine, Europe doesn't cry for you tonight.
