Behind the joy of me breathing the fresh air in the morning while complaining how boring my day is
Behind the joy of me surfing the net while complaining how slow the connection is
Behind the joy of me baking a cake at home while complaining how bland the cake tastes
Behind the joy of me trying a new dress while complaining how dull the colour is
Behind the joy of me being with my family while complaining how lonely I feel sometimes
A little boy is queueing for hours, for bread. There, in Gaza.
My heart goes out to all Palestinians. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
No, there is no need for me to state who the biggest sUpporter iS, nor who the rest of the supporters are. No, I don’t hate the people, thanks for asking.
To Mr Hugo Chavez, I tip my hat to you, Sir.