Pursuit of peace too great a prize to be sullied by gay bar murder gangs

On the other hand, you might ask what kind of “enlightened and cultured people”, to use Peres’s phrase, is it that needs a bulldozer to crack a nut; that feels the need to deploy hundreds of policemen to the task of evicting two Arab families from an Arab neighbourhood? That’s Israel for you

YOU’RE lost in music. The drink’s going down – just fine. You’re with your friends. You’re having a good time. On the edges, some people are doing drugs. More fool them. Escapism. But, hey, you’re in a club. It’s the weekend. The lights are flashing. People look happy. Over there, some guy has got his arm around somebody. So it’s a gay bar. Half-close your eyes and no one would know. One more? Why not? Monday is far away. Time to dance. Life is beautiful.

The next second, glasses are flying. Everyone runs, hits the ground. Screams. Gunmen have walked in, masks and all. The barrels glisten and then pshh, pshh, pshh – the bullets are everywhere. More screams. They’re gone. Silence. Blood. Sirens.