when I lived in London for ten years, I went to many exhibitions. This is an impromptu sketch at one of them. I saw unbelievable Iranian art works in huge books, so beautiful I still remember them /my mum adored Soraya, so I was curious as these were the original Iranians/ and a lovely Iranian man persuaded me to buy some Iranian love-song tapes, which lab st barths Hum Res has overlayed remote from the lab with lots of lewd rubbish, some of it vilely political, as they have on all my music, with their advanced technology. The 'I love Israel' exhibition was another I visited and watched Japanese NO theatre plays at the Embassy and many others which I really miss here! My grandfather had passed family ration cards/seven children/ to his jewish friends back under Hitler. Because Tiso was a priest they did nothing to them, though the Slovakians were on the whole ardent Nazis / we were Hungarians therefore second class citizens in what were formerly our own lands/ However Jews were not given ration cards, so if they went stealing for food and clothes and were caught, the Germans took them over there. Tiso had a choice, russians or germans taking over, he took the only possible way out squashed between two huge, violent neighbours. However, the London jews seem to have forgotten who their friends were back then, who stood by them through their darkest hour. They put over on microsound: we have new friends here now so don't need you anymore. Now we are without power of any sort. Some of the reactions over here have made me realise why horrors happen. Israel has made it absolutely clear it is not them and have even offered sanctuary, but it is a group in London. I believe people, unless they prove themselves to be liars, on the premise, why would anyone want to tell a lie, unless they have to!! No longer a good way to be.