Syrian children Musa Dik, 5, in the rear bed, and Raghad Dik, 9, in a hospital in the border town of Kilis, Turkey, after they were injured in a Russian airstrike: photo by Bryan Denton for The New York Times, 8 February 2016

 

Rajaa Dik, a Syrian, right, sat with her children Musa, 5, in the rear bed, and Raghad, 9, in a hospital in the border town of Kilis, Turkey, after they were injured in a Russian airstrike: photo by Bryan Denton for The New York Times, 8 February 2016

Serious traffic jam on the back roads of beautiful #Lesvos this morning.: image via MSF Sea @MSF_Sea, 8 February 2016

Jorge Luis Borges: Boast of Quietness   

Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigious than meteors.
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.
Sure of my life and death, I observe the ambitious and would like to understand them.
Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack.
They speak of humanity.
My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of that same poverty.
They speak of homeland.
My homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits, an old sword,
the willow grove's visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
They are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive.