The intensity of the bombing and the degree of violence are completely unprecedented. The shells come from everywhere: from the planes in the sky, the tanks on the ground, the boats in the Mediterranean Sea. Night and day, what we are living is terrifying.
The apartment block in Gaza City in which I lived with my wife, my mother, and my children was damaged by an airstrike on Friday. The building’s janitor received a call from the Israelis telling him that all the residents of the building had to evacuate because it would be bombed. Generally, we know that this call comes a few minutes to an hour before the bombs arrive. We ran down the eight stories of stairs with everyone else in less than a minute. I tried to get everyone to a safe place as far away as possible.
I remember hearing my wife say that she did not want to see the destruction of the place where she grew up, where she had all her memories. Just after I heard the explosion and saw the dust, everything was on fire. The building is damaged, many apartments have been destroyed, and I do not know what there is left of ours. Nor do I know if we will be able to return to live there again.