Stones...

'A Palestinian woman whose son was wounded during clashes between Hamas security forces and Fatah supporters reacts at a rally to mark the third anniversary of the death of former Palestinian leader Yasser Arafat in Gaza, November 12, 2007'
Six lives waisted, or maybe just carried, born, raised, educated and fed to die this very moment...lives whose  sense of respect towards their leader lifted up their hands full of stones. I know Arafat's face, and I know the face of a mother, shot in her son's heart. Was she on a way to the market? Or did she really plan to be there to witness ..what..history? news? become a sad celebrity?
Maybe...
One of them was a young student, planned to finish the literature course and teach kids. He loved kids?
One was a regular drinker. This time he wanted to do something meaningful?
One was an elderly woman, usually seen in her doorstep, greeting the tourist and smiling to their intruding cameras?
One was a friend of a friend of another invited friend? He just came along?
One was a father of three?
One was a true believer? Activist, one might say?
All of them had plans for the afternoon. No one saw the first stone.
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Today in Japan they use stones to build roads. Roads that play music, so you can enjoy it simply by driving on the surface of the road. Stones put together to play a melody! Wow!
"You need to keep the car windows closed to hear well," wrote one Japanese blogger. "Driving too fast will sound like playing fast forward, while driving around 12mph has a slow-motion effect, making you almost car sick."
You just need to stick to the right speed:

Well, no one is perfect...

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