The first thing that gets my attention as we enter the village is that most of the tumbledown huts have the green flag of Hamas flying. I tell myself this is maybe the same as the ubiquitous Obama signs hammered into all the lawns of Brookline, but I am not convinced. We are in the Bedouin village of Laquiin, just north of what is mellifluously called the Southern Conflict Region. The senior staff and I have piled on a bus early this morning. We are in the field, trying to help children at risk. I am not ready for the Hamas flag thing. Then I remember, kind of, that Israel is a democracy; there are more Hamas flags allowed to fly here than there are Israeli flags flying in, say, Teheran. I think this is good. But I don’t like the flags. For the staff, this is just another day at the office. In any event, the politics of this (which I have previously said I will not discuss, except to say, like everyone else in the Middle East, I am sure that I am right and everyone else is wrong) do not matter. Whatever is going on here, it is not the fault ...