I think more and more about leaving Lalaland. The place is lovely, the people are cool, but the comfort is like air conditioning set too high; the place is abnormally chilled. People I know may have been killed inthe past few weeks, and I’ve seen pictures of children on fire, their bodies in pools of sewage and benzene, and I cannot ignore this and keep hearing gossip about . Sandra called on the point of a breakdown and one of the most curious things she said was that she felt she should be in , helping. How can I help Lebanon?