Every day for the past six months,
an average of 200 Palestinian men, women and children have been killed by the
Israeli army in Gaza.
Every day for the past six months, homes, schools, hospitals, ambulances, universities, factories, bakeries, shops, markets and farmland have been bombed, burned or looted.
Death hangs over Gaza like a dark cloud, like a legendary monster. We see it, we live with it, we receive on our screens the images and the cries of its victims. The atrocities, the agony and the tears become notifications on our social networks and news that we watch while drinking coffee, working, shopping or waiting for good weather.
It's as if we've become accustomed to witnessing live genocide just a few hours from home. It's as if what we're seeing is a foretaste, a déjà vu. And even though we're aware of it and overwhelmed by it, sometimes all we can do is delay starting our computers or turn off our cell phones to interrupt the broadcast of the massacres in progress.
