Dusk is playing a lullaby on the stained-glass windows of the catholic cathedral across the street from where I sit. I am pondering about life and death under the shadow of the blue and white tent that has served as home for my family for two weeks.
Ever heard this joke? It's quite popular. It goes like this:
"A barber just got arrested in my street for dealing drugs. I've been his customer for 10 years and I didn't know he was a barber."
Yes. That joke.