Onze vriend Ramadan Hussein van Gaza, nu in de Verenigde Staten – dit is wat hij schrijft:

It feels different;

I could feel a different pain and cry with different tears when I saw the pictures of the war. It feels different to be sad for your people while you are out of Gaza. Gaza is a wonderful place that I really miss, I miss the smell of the sea mixed with the gunpowder and burned flesh of little children. Don’t tell me that Gaza is not a safe place, it is safe into the eyes of the little children who got used to the sounds of the tanks bombing and the battleships ruining the beach. Gaza is beautiful with all the red colors around its borders, no matter if this red is blood. It is beautiful and small like a baby but with a face full of scratches. I miss Gaza for the first time as being out, I always missed Gaza when I was inside it, it really feels different.

I don’t believe in living away forever, because Gaza is running into my bloodstream. I miss the sunset when the power is down and the moon in the dark nights. Gaza got a pretty moon that looks very different when the lights are off. I think no one has seen the moonlight covered by the smoke of his ruined house, because of this Gaza’s moon is different. Gaza’s nights are dark but warm; they carry the breeze of the sea with all the memories and faces of people who passed away because they live in Gaza.
It really does feel different

Dear Ramadan, the picture of the clouds I made from the window of our flat in Gaza, looking out over the sea. I have it on my PC always, to remember how beautiful it can be in Gaza.