After 15 months of displacement in the southern Gaza Strip, I thought I had lost the ability to be surprised. But I was wrong.
I returned to Gaza City on 6 February following the ceasefire agreement between Hamas and Israel.
Almost everything in my home was reduced to rubble. And the memories scattered among the rubble seemed to scream at me.
I spotted a metal box with Hebrew writing on it and a key.
I picked the box up trying to determine if it was a can of tuna or beans.
I thought the box had been placed in the rubble as if someone wanted me to find it. I felt a lump in my throat.
Since when did a food box become so eye-catching? ….more
