Hambourg…Cela faisait très longtemps que je rêvais de visiter cette ville. Je ne sais pas pourquoi mais le nom même avait un charme exotique qui m’attirait comme m’attirent les ports cosmopolites, par définition!
My first boss in Geneva and excellent friend Jean Freymond, probably wondering about my lack of reaction to the latest events around Israel’s 70th, sent me the text below written by a very knowledgeable and fascinating author, Barnett Rubin whose life and involvement are a living proof of dedication to conflict resolution.
This unpublished chapter is so full of details and meaningful anecdotes that I felt compelled to write a short note on what it prompted me…below Barnett’s text and followed by Jean’s comments and yours should you wish to add your input to this endless debate.
On dit d’un vieillard qui s’éteint que c’est une bibliothèque qui brûle. Les assassins ignobles d’une vieille femme dans le 11eme arrondissement (décidément maudit) l’ont sauvagement lardée de coups de couteau avant de brûler son appartement. À Paris, au XXIe siècle. On reste sans voix mais on fait écouter celles des autres, notamment celles d’une majorité silencieuse qui ne l’est plus!
I came back tonight and while the radio was letting me hear desperate Manchester mums’ sorrow, I could smell the honeysuckle fragrances on this sweet spring night…
Instead of pondering on the farcical French saga, I would like to thank my friend who sent me the letter that probably explains the death of yet another brave Lebanese political leader, Mohamad Chatah. It was posthumously published in The Wall Street Journal! Although some are having doubts about its […]
