Tonight, staring at my Facebook page and feeling despair, squeezed between the power of two national states to oppress and paralyze, my loneliness and demons of my son’s abduction hounding, the ghosts of my tormentors, the abductors of my son, hovering  like Jacob’s angel,  taunting my courage  and the moral obligations and demands of love, … More “Let your life be a counter friction to stop the machine.”