Fed up now and getting to want to go home. A girl at work was in tears today about the whole thing because she lives in an area of the city close to the place where demonstrations have been held. She heard gun fire echoing round the streets yesterday afternoon. Probably while I was writing the previous post. News depressing though we still see nothing and experience nothing.
The blood of strawberries thread across the cold marble
And drip onto the kitchen floor
writing a poem called Arab Spring – will publish later