Carl Stellweg For those not yet in the know: Gaza is a wonderful place. No, not in a fantasized, distant future. Not in utopian visions of a Singapore on the Mediterranean. Not potentially — but in the present. In this day and age. That is to say: if you refrain from looking in the wrong direction. If for once you choose a different perspective. Here’s a scene this writer recalls vividly. It’s a beautiful autumn afternoon in 2000. We’re in the Gaza Strip. Near the impoverished town of Khan Younis, a few kilometers away, soot-black clouds are rising, and there’s the dull sound of fired tear gas grenades. Life in Gaza probably is as hard then as it would be later. The Second Intifada has just erupted, and that day, two people will die of Israeli fire in Khan Younis. But right now, Khan Younis is, quite literally, behind me. I just came from there. Before me now, on a clean table, there’s a glass of grapefruit juice. It’s the most glorious grapefruit juic