She has COVID. Managed to avoid it by stringent measures, went to hospital for a stroke, caught it.
SO ANGRY
She has COVID. Managed to avoid it by stringent measures, went to hospital for a stroke, caught it.
SO ANGRY
So…. the pretty and energetic Filipina packing my schlepping bags this morning said that she’s worried sick about her brother in Beersheba.
“Holy shit,” I hear myself say. Beersheba’s like 50km from Gaza
“He’s a nurse. The Israelis won’t let him leave.”
So, not to put to fine a point on it, if the Israelis are preventing him (he’s either Filipino or Canadian, she wasn’t clear on that and I never ever ask anyone about their citizenship status any more, it’s like the least anarchist thing you can possibly DO) from leaving a war zone because he won’t help heal their soldiers…. that’s a war crime. It would be different if he was a citizen, and he wouldn’t expect to be able to leave.
So here I am 10,755 km away from Gaza and the war – and the geopolitical crap it brings – is in my grocery store.
as you may recollect I bought Mike a Palestinian kuffiya for his birthday this year, a presentiment of a sort I suppose.
This is the public statement of the business – one of the last factories in Palestinian territory – Harbawi.
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Israel says bombings will continue until the hostages are released.
all right then, more bombings
Alex will be here, I’ll hop in the car and go shop and leave him with Jeff.
I am feeling very blank and dull, but not particularly BAD.
also there’s no cream so no coffee boo hiss, I’m having to eke out my morning with tea