In Gaza, you cannot sleep or even think about sleeping. How could you, when you smell blood, in each and every corner?
You hear your heart pumping uncontrollably for the unknown future. Your eyes see nothing but death.
The sounds of the attacks from the artillery and the planes is constantly increasing. The number of martyrs is counted by the hundreds; the wounded by the thousands. Your heart has died and your senses are numbed.
You stay in a house that is not yours. Time passes slowly like a big rock on your chest that does not want to move even with a massive earthquake.
At any point, anything could happen in your town. Anything became expected. This time the aggression of the occupying forces is reaching every breathing creature on this 350 square kilometer, small land of Gaza.
On the 16th day of the…
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