While sipping wine, I try not to think about the war, I could care less. I look around and see young, well dressed, attractive individuals, laughing away, enjoying the summer evening, far way from the war, far way from the impossibility. I try to feel similarly indifferent while the band plays another Coltrane. I smile and nod, I disappear in the bubbles of self indignation. I am in exile, I am far away.