Sorry for the gigantic image (from here), but I want the details to be visible.
When you’re (sort of) living (in a hotel) somewhere, it’s easy to forget your geographical place in a broader sense. But yesterday, after an address from Abdul Fattah Ammoura that focused on seething turmoil in Lebanon, Israel and Iraq, it really struck me: Here, we’re in the political nucleus of the Middle East. We’re pretty well nestled between those three countries, and later this week, we’re driving to Golan Heights – Israeli-occupied territory in the southwest, on the border of the West Bank.
Yet we’re safer than ever. Not least because of the constant presence of government watchdogs. Strange contrast.