Yesterday morning, with the break of morning, the Lebanese breathed a sigh of relief and fired their guns into the air, rejoicing at the end of the calamity and the disappearance of the affliction. They flocked in groups and individually, grieving and afflicted, to their cities, towns and villages, over which the crows had flown, turning them into mounds of rubble.

The Lebanese brothers have the right to rejoice at the end of the massacre with a wounded joy, for they have paid the bills in full with the blood of their sons, the pain of their suffering, the bleeding of their wounds, the hardship of their lives, their fear and cold, their hunger and terror, throughout the days and weeks in which their homeland was lying under the fangs of the flying beasts.

All that the people of Gaza wish for is to have the same opportunity that their brothers in the square that opened up to them in October to support them, even though what happened to them happened there. An opportunity they wish for to stand on the ruins of their homes, before they also stand on the reasons that led to their drowning in a flood that turned against them.

The scenes emerging from Gaza and Lebanon make it naive and politically charlatan to claim victory, by claiming to be patient in the face of the tragedy, which has expanded to the point of crucifixion on the stakes of the Holocaust.

If there is a lesson that rises from the ashes of the brazier in the open squares: without a protected sky, all your wars today are lost.

Stop the genocide now..!