"In the same raid Israel's artillery shelled a residential district in the town of Beit Hanoun in the Gaza Strip, leaving 19 dead and 40 injured, many killed in their beds. One family, the Athamnas, lost 16 members in the massacre: the oldest who died, Fatima, was 70; the youngest, Dima, was one; seven were children. From a press report, November 9th)

And on our TV screens we saw them. The name of that little girl, Dima, reminded me of a similar word in the chorus of a song that seemed to match the sense of desolation in face of this latest awful killing.

On a wagon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye.
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky.

How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night.

Dona dona dona dona
Dona dona dona down
Dona dona dona dona
Dona dona dona down

Dima, Dima, Dima, Dima
Dima, Dima, Dima, Dim
Dima, Dima, Dima, Dima
Dima, Dima, Dima, Dim.