There was an image on the front page of The Guardian of two Palestinians, sitting on what looked like wall. They were clearly man and wife. I forget the exact headline but it said but read something like: we walked for two days only to find our home is gone. Bombed out. Obliterated. Gone. I cannot know how that feels. Though I have an inkling. Poor loves. Who will help them? Oh, I wish the world were kinder. Can it ever be so? What can I do? Show me.
