Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Letter from Gaza: Sometimes the dead are envied

It was not possible to sleep here for two nights now.  The events and the images of death and carnage of children, of policemen, of people that look like my mother and my son and my sister and my friends were simply too much.  

Gaza has run out of stretchers and many are now carried to hospitals (which are running out of supplies) and morgues on commercial street signs, in blankets or simply by their limp limbs. Three mosques were destroyed.  I recalled the Israeli attacks on the Church of Nativity which was minor compared to this.  

Want more? Read here a personal account of someone currently in Bethlehem.