ZIAD IN GAZA

 A dear person, in Norway, told me today that the snow had arrived in a blizzard and his two-year-old was amazed to see snow for the first time.

I remember the first time I saw snow, I was 30. Imagine a 30-year-old man from Gaza with a bunch of other Gazans seeing snow for the first time, after they got the chance to travel.

We turned into young kids. Everyone around us was surprised by our childish happiness. We were throwing snowballs, making shapes and taking pictures.

I wonder how many positive first feelings I will have: a crush over someone new, visiting a new country, making a new achievement, or simply watching a flower blossom. Are there any experiences left for me, or have I cashed all of them already without even noticing?