Gaza City’s great buildings have been turned into ruins, but I keep them alive in a memory of a tour my family took just before the war.

Nine days of terror end with a terrifying confrontation with IOF soldiers and a forced displacement to the south.

I’m 373 mournful kilometers away from home, and Google can’t find the way back. But I am confident I will return one day.

In Gaza City in winter, you have to swim to reach your goal.

We rant at Gaza until we leave, and then we miss it.