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WHEN WAR BECOMES NORMAL
–Photograph from Gaza, shared by a local journalist and reproduced with permission— –What Happens to Us When We Learn Not to Look? by Paul Alexander Wolf Over the past few days, Gaza has been arriving on my telephone. Not Gaza as geopolitical argument. Not Gaza as another debate between people who have already decided what… Keep reading →
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WHEN WAR BECOMES NORMAL
–Photograph from Gaza, shared by a local journalist and reproduced with permission— –What Happens to Us When We Learn Not to Look? by Paul Alexander Wolf Over the past few days, Gaza has been arriving on my telephone. Not Gaza as geopolitical argument. Not Gaza as another debate between people who have already decided what…
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When Someone Reaches Out From the Rubble
– When Someone Reaches Out From the Rubble On possibility, violence, responsibility and the hands of others Written by Paul Alexander Wolf Recently, Celeste asked whether anyone could help a child in Gaza. I wanted to help. I tried to think of possible organisations, medical routes, contacts, people who might know somebody closer to where…
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לא ידענו
Wir haben es nicht gewusst لم نكن نعلم WE DID NOT KNOW –By Paul Alexander Wolf2 September 2026 After the Holocaust, these words became one of the defences of a generation confronted by what had happened around them. Some genuinely did not know the full machinery of extermination. Some knew fragments. Some suspected. Some benefited.…
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WHAT PROTECTS THE DEVELOPMENT OF DOCTORS?
By Paul Alexander Wolf After several decades in medicine, one observation has stayed with me more persistently than any guideline, policy shift or clinical breakthrough. It is not about patients, but about doctors. Some clinicians continue developing throughout their careers. Others, equally competent and conscientious, appear to stop. Their knowledge grows, but something else contracts.…
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WHY SOME THREADS CONTINUE
🇳🇱 🇿🇦 🇬🇧 🇦🇺 By Paul Alexander Wolf >>>> The older I become, the less certain I am about many things. Yet I remain astonished by how certain people, conversations, pieces of music—and even small moments—continue to echo through a lifetime. Most experiences fade. They belong to a season and then vanish. Others linger quietly…
