Syria, rebel-held areas, AKA the forgotten zones, AKA the Land of the Poor and the Betrayed: No more milk, no more bread, and death comes by the barrel. Schools are closed, because they are often targeted by “random” shelling. So are the bakeries, and the hospitals. There’s no more education, except in the arts of survival and war, and no more healing, for wounds are meant to remain forever open, to feed the hate, and fuel the agony. Elsewhere, a Tiny Tim might say: “God bless us every one!” In #Syria, he says: “Fuck you all. Just wait until I grow up.” Foolishly, the world does wait.