During a fierce storm I could hear the panicked screams of children in tents outside. This is Christmas in Gaza

I t was about 8.30pm on a Thursday when I headed back home in City. It was windy, and I couldn’t stay out any longer, so I had to walk. At first it was only a light drizzle, but after about 200 metres the rain suddenly grew heavier. That wasn’t surprising. I stopped near a tent to take shelter, rubb...

Redirecting to full article...