Conversations with a friend in Gaza, now sheltering in the Muwasi DP camp. He’s 62, eats once a day and gets life-saving medicine from the ‘terrorist’ UNRWA. At the camp, they’re waiting for Trump: Either he’ll kill us or he’ll end the war, says the friend
Suddenly, a voice from the dead. M., my good friend from the Gaza Strip, whose name flickers on the cellphone screen, answers the phone. I have goosebumps all over. Over the past year I’ve tried calling him on and off, convinced he’d been killed. But suddenly, I hear a voice from the dead. M. is living in a tent in the Muwasi displaced-persons camp together with other surviving family members. It’s the best news I’ve heard lately.