Hello everyone,
My guitar is out of tune, the strings are dead and it hurt to play, my voice is hoarse, yet the air quality today is very good and I feel lucky to be alive.
This offering, however flawed, delivered in late afternoon with a heavy heart, is for the hostages, the children, the land polluted by bombs, the Palestinian people, and the journalists, a lifeline to truth, who died in a make-shift tent on a brief respite together.











