The New Yorker raises the issue of trust and how trust keeps us functioning as an organic unit as we follow individual paths.

Let this horrible exposure of "their" feelings pave a path toward mutual peace and understanding between all human beings,

and leave the acts of destruction to nature and life forms from outer space.

Gypsies from Egypt roam from Egypt to Rome
Trapped in a state of Bohemia.
Bohemian girl bring your sunshine to me
To my home in Beirut by the sea.

Living in Freedom again.
Freely my mind gets to wandering
Free to roll over the caps on the water
Free to dig holes in the sand.

Living in Freedom again.
Freely my four limbs are pedalling
Over the crators along the equator
Up to an arctic nightland.