‘The faces were familiar, the food was familiar, but we had missed it for so long. The smell took me back years, to a time before all the times I had risked my life to get bread, vegetables or chicken for my family.’
Hassan Ayman Herzallah eats shawarma in Gaza City.
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My friend Mahmoud called to check on me at the beginning of January. We hadn’t been in touch for a while. I told him,...
