ZIAD IN GAZA

 

One thing that keeps happening is running into people I know who lived in the north and Gaza City more than I used to see them when we were all there. It seems now that all Gazans are cramped into a small space, so the possibility of us seeing each other is stronger. The theme song of Orange is the New Black comes to my mind: the animals, the animals trapped, trapped trapped in a cage, and the cage is full.

Well, considering the living situation (or is it the dying situation?) we are animals trapped in a cage, hoping to stay alive while facing death.

I meet a guy I worked with many years ago, he tells me that he and around 50 of his family are staying at his relatives’ house. “My sister’s husband is wealthy, so when they evacuated the first time, they bought a lot of food and supplies. Then they were informed to evacuate from the new area, they ran very quickly and left all the food behind. The building was bombed. Now, they are with us, with no food, no supplies, and with money that almost has no value.”