Dave Evans/Demotix. All rights reserved.
One year after we went through the third war on the Gaza Strip in six years, I find myself still struggling with the idea of going back to ‘normal life’. I was fortunate enough not to have lost a relative or a friend during the war, and my house is still intact. However, my family and I were under fire and anything could have happened to us (two ‘random’ drone missiles hit my grandparent’s house and they survived by a miracle).
Surviving the 51-day war was not easy; it’s hard to say for sure whether we have entirely survived—every single person that lived through this war was wounded in some way; some more than others. Hearing my family and friends’ accounts of the war, gazing at the panoramic destruction of my hometown, and realising that as a result we are socially and economically going back in time, is not easy. Undergoing an internal struggle between refusing to move on with life, stopping in time to absorb what happened, and somehow looking forward is not easy.
