ZIAD IN GAZA

 I am terrified, not because of what is happening around us, but because I am getting used to it. My lost appetite is coming back to me. Now, under the bombing, I think about what we will have for lunch.

I am thinking about what to do tomorrow and the day after tomorrow and after a week, considering my current situation to be the only situation there is. I am used to the lack of privacy, the lack of high hygiene standards, the lack of movement and the lack of feeling safe.

What is going on? Is the abnormal becoming the normal? Is that all it takes? Two weeks of misery and I start getting used to it? It is like getting used to living in darkness and forgetting about all the other colours. Can’t I think of one colour to look forward to seeing?