And again they are dancing on the roof.
And again they hand out candies in the street. And the level of their joy rises in proportion to the number of casualties reported.
And the grandpa who dreamed about peace, I mean dreamed until yesterday, kisses his grandaughter during her sleep, in the hope that her dreams will come true.
Didi Menussi is a long time newspaper columnist and author in Tel Aviv.
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