we heard the kestrels this morning, but then they split. i'll keep you posted. you can keep yourself posted on the freedom flotilla. i wonder how many days will it take to reach gaza. i'm terrified by the prospect. it's amazing we live in the midst of these terror states, and still we sail in reality, in our hearts, for freedom. will trudy have to move again? to the 'burbs? we adore our little olive palestine. when i say love, love, she looks up so sweetly with her olive palestine eyes. sending love to the flotilla from here at the built cliff next to the obamachron land grab where the kestrels fly. i finished journey to the edge of life. it's about following kafka and svevo and pavese and imagining their lives and deaths. it thrums, like steady heavy rain, like the sound of a boat from under the water.