I keep doing five things at a time – and very little gets done.  It’s silly to blame the ‘situation’ – we’ve been in worse situations, believe me.  This evening I went by a local hangout and saw all these young people I didn’t know chattering and laughing – and suddenly I had a vision of all the refugees who would picnic together in the park.  They too chattered and laughed – putting all the horror behind them.  

It was just a momentary vision, but there were the same expressions, the same little groups of men and women, the same excessive emotion.  

Ezi said something like it that about the hyperbaric chamber – you see injured men and you don’t know if the injuries come from battle or crime or something else….