The Epics of Gaza

I have charted myself a path to Gaza. She asked me: “When will you return?” I replied: "I am trying; but Gaza would not let me”. It is not my fear that it will be lost that motivates me to write about it. I am watching it with the confidence of one who expects it to rise. When will it rise? It said that it will. I believe it. I am not blind. I see that the world has mostly left it to a predatory beast. Nevertheless, with its young and its old, it is beckoning us to await its victory. O what confidence! How did it gain this freedom from the fear of death? From where does naked flesh derive that it is stronger than iron and fire? The people of Gaza are epical! From the throwing of stones, to this confident freedom, they have been, for seventy-five years, writing, for themselves and for us, a new history. How much longer will we have to wait? Before victory, Gaza is teaching us to be patient a little! Did you hear its response to the question asked to it: What is the fundamental difference between Israel and myself? It said: the difference is that Israel knows nothing but to wait, whereas I always come from fulfilling my expectations!