Ziad, a 35-year-old Palestinian, recounts another day in Gaza: no electricity, no medicine, not even any wood to burn – but no shortage of people dying
Midnight I am wide awake. Not because of fear, exhaustion or the lack of a moment of peace we have been experiencing for more than a month now, but because I can’t stop thinking about the phone call I had last night. My friend lost her brother. She was devastated, I tried to talk to her but couldn’t. I was able to reach friends around her. “She is grateful that they found the body of her brother in one piece, unlike the others whose bodies were cut into several parts,” one told me.
