TWO ARABS SIT IN THE GAZA STRIP, ENJOYING A QUIET PINT OF GOAT MILK. ONE TAKES OUT HIS WALLET AND STARTS FLIPPING THROUGH THE PICTURES.
"THIS IS MY OLDEST SON. HE'S A MARTYR. THIS HERE IS MY SECOND SON. HE'S ALSO A MARTYR!"; THE SECOND ARAB NODS, “THEY BLOW UP SO FAST, DON'T THEY?"