Ziad, a 35-year-old Palestinian in Gaza, dreams of eating chicken pasta while people fight over bread and water, and reminds us to appreciate what we might take for granted
8am My dream is simple. I want to sit in one of my favourite restaurants in Gaza City, admiring the beautiful blue sea. I would order chicken pasta with lots of appetisers and a salad (you know, to stay healthy). I will be in the company of my friends, we will talk about our mundane lives, complain about our work, and discuss our favourite TV shows. I will order hot chocolate, and get surprised, like every time, when I discover how many calories it contains. When my friends leave, I will pick up my book and continue reading. All I want is a quiet day in Gaza City.
