Today I received photos from the yearly summer camp, when Palestinian children get one of the very rare chances to escape the refugee camp of Chatila. They are born into the camp. They don’t know anything else. It is now 21 years ago that I left Beirut and the camps where I used to work as a physician. In 2000 I was there. A lot had changed in Beirut, nothing had changed in the camps.
On the photo underneath you still see the traces of the civil war, a life without perspective is dreary shining through. Nothing has changed in all these years. I always recall these kids and their no future if I start to get ded up or desperate. We are so damned spoiled, we and our kids. Keeping the perspective right and consider the frame of reference is so very important.
